Aren't these pictures hilarious?
My favorite part is the inscriptions written by (then) 8-year-old Allison on the back of the photos.
And...
p.s.
Do you see that doll laying on the bed? The one with the red hair?
Her name was Annie. My mother waited in line for four hours so that I could be the first kid on my block to have a Cabbage Patch Kid. Sadly the only action that Annie ever saw was with Bradley, the boy in our caul-de-sac who my brother and I nicknamed Fruit Roll Up.
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great pics, and a way awesome story, thanx for the back ground info;) you a cool lady.
I think our childhood selves were soulmates! = ) Haha!
Oh, this is SO my childhood. I was the guy with the Polly Pockets. But I built the hell out of Legos, as well.
I LOVED LEGOS. Loved. Still love. I seriously considered trying to work for Legos during college.
I had quite a few Cabbage Patch dolls. They were just so HOT back then, weren't they? I wonder where all mine went to....
Right, Sara! Do you think we'll get suckered into dishing out a small fortune and waiting in line for 2 weeks during the next Tickle Me Elmo craze when we have kids?!...
I had a bedroom that looked just liked that too. Nothing beats a sleepover with your best friend in your blanket tent, reading Archie comic books by flashlight.
Very well written...But I really just want to go build a fort now, which would be seriously counter productive after spending the weekend cleaning!
That was all part of my evil plan to mess up your houses so I feel better about mine, Bailey. Teeheehee...
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