Daily Post: Imaginary Friend – Many of us had imaginary friends as young children. If your imaginary friend grew up alongside you, what would his/her/its life be like today? (Didn’t have one? write about a non-imaginary friend you haven’t seen since childhood.)
My imaginary friend was not invisible, she was physically manifested in my Barbie doll.
Barbie was my best friend. I would hide in a corner and play-out many happy occasions as Barbie. And of course, there had to be make-believe drama events that Barbie would resolve because she was smart, pretty, a good big sister to Skipper, a helpful friend to Midge, the perfect girlfriend and eventual wife to Ken.
She even became a mother! Really. There was a snap-on attachment to her body which gave the illusion of a pregnant woman, inside the snap-on was a tiny baby so that little girls could complete the story and Barbie would have a “real” baby to mother. Of course, there were accessories. The whole pregnancy idea was a brilliant, money-making gimmick. And in those days, girls played “house” not astronaut or doctor.
For some reason though, I cannot find any photos nor reference to Barbie’s belly-baby back in the 60’s. I see references to Midge being pregnant in the 90’s, but, nowhere can I find the snap-on belly and baby that was in the 60’s. Someone on Ebay had one for sale, but the photo was removed since it was already sold. My Barbie and friends have been gone for many, many years and I have no photographs of my collection, otherwise I could snap a photograph and show you her snap-on baby-belly.
I cherished my Barbie doll, she helped me through much unhappiness. She and Ken would dress up and go out to eat and then dancing and kiss. They loved each other very much. It always made me feel happy when Barbie and Ken did something happy.
Eventually, the time came to put Barbie and her friends away, in my closet. I was growing up. A few years later, I dug my Barbie, her friends and all of their paraphernalia out of the closet to give to my older sister for her daughter. In a way, I kind of wish I had kept one of the dolls, just because there was so much “energy” embedded in those play toys – tears, dreams-come-true and hopeful scenarios. Barbie helped me through my childhood.
What would Barbie be doing today? My Barbie? My Barbie would be a retired electrical engineer, living in Alaska with Dr. Ken, he became a brain surgeon. Their four sons would live only a day’s drive away in any direction, convenient for Ken and Barbie to visit with their children and grandchildren.
Barbie would be in the Autumn of her life and be very, very, very happy.