Way back when

Think back to the good old days. The days when the word work meant doing chores, and your great concern was that Mom and Dad wouldn't let you stay out late enough to play. It seems like whenever the world starts getting to crazy and too adult, we start getting nostalgic and think about our favorite things of childhood. For me, I remember watching Ninja Turtles religiously with my best friend. I loved the TV show, the movie, and Michelangelo. Although now I may not be able to tell you a thing that happened in the show, I can still name all 4 of them like it was yesterday. Ninja Turtles may have been the exception, but I loved my dolls. I had Barbies galore. They all resided in a giant plastic bin, hair all knotted together, with the clothes, shoes and other accessories lost at the bottom. Then there were the American Girl dolls. These dolls were coveted away in their proper place. I had basically set up a miniature hotel room for them in the corner of my room. They were quite pampered dolls, I had a lot of the outfits and furniture, but in exchange they went everywhere with me. I wore they into the ground, eventually sending one to the doll hospital. Ask any girl about these dolls and I'm sure they had one. These childhood pleasures will always remain with us, even if they are long broken, lost, or given away. They are part of what shaped us and who we are today, but most of all they remind us of a simpler, more innocent time that is long since gone.