Today I was at Sam's Club and there was a little girl there with her mother. She was holding onto a barbie with long multicolored hair. I briefly looked over at her and she looked like she was trying to hide her barbie for a second. Then I smiled, it sent me on a memory flashback of when I was younger and supposed to be to old to play with dolls. I think that I was around 10 at the time. My friend Jennie and I would go to each others houses and we'd play with our cabbage patch dolls but we'd put them in paper bags so that no one would see us walking down the road with them. I recall one time a boy named Jason rode his bike up to us and asked what was in the bags, "NOTHING!" we yelled and took off running. He must have thought we were crazy.