Thursday, 26 September 2019
Barbie and Me
OK ... that didn't sound very good, did it? Let's try again.
When I was a little boy I used to play with my sister's Barbie doll. I used to take it from her without her knowledge and play with it in my room.
That still did not sound right.
Let me explain. I preferred the Barbie doll to any other doll because it was a grown up doll with all the right bumps and curves. I used to sit her on a chair and play board games with her. I also had a Teddy Bear called Carrot which also sat with Barbie and I and played board games.
We used to play Ludo, Snakes and Ladders (Chutes and Ladders), Monopoly and other such games.
Of course, Barbie could not move the counters on the board so I did it for her. She used to get excited and say in my squeaky voice "Do I get to throw the dice again now I got a six?"
She wasn't very good at grammar because the singular for dice is die, not dice. I was clever that way. Carrot used to look on silently with disdain at a child playing board games with an inanimate object such as a doll.
Sometimes Barbie won the game because she got better numbers when the die was cast, and she bargained well when we played Monopoly. But I always beat her at Chess. She often made silly moves and lost valuable pieces that way. Carrot did not participate because he did not like chess.
My father caught me once playing with Barbie in my room. He said, "What are you doing with your sister's doll? Play with your own toys!"
But it was not easy playing board games with my tank or military vehicles. I could wind-up my tank with a little key and then it would move across the Monopoly board and destroy all the lovely properties I had there.
So when I gave Barbie back to my sister I made my own toy out of the cardboard tube you get inside a toilet paper roll. I drew a head, a body with arms and legs on the tube and sat it where Barbie used to sit. I called this new friend Ferret because he reminded me of my Maths teacher at school who looked like a ferret. Carrot thought it was funny but kept a straight face.
Of course, I never told my teacher that I had a toilet roll named after him.
The Ferret in my room was totally witless and without a brain. Being a cardboard tube I could see right through him. And he was easily replaceable by another cardboard tube any time.
A sad reflection of modern society, I think. A lesson learnt at an early age.