When I was a kid, we had the coolest Barbie playhouse. It was from the 1960s and I’m sure Mom got it at a garage sale somewhere.
Or maybe from someone’s garbage. She was a good “recycler”!!! Though usually she sent us kids to grab the goods!! 🙂
Anyway, that Barbie house was awesome. It had a console stereo with fake albums and everything!!! I found some pictures online and it sure brought back memories:
The best thing about this house was that it folded up and looked like a suitcase:
So one day, I had enough!!! Enough of living in a house full of people, enough of never getting my own way, enough of a bossy big sister, enough of a spoiled little sister, enough of being a middle child, ENOUGH!!!!!!
I’m not sure how old I was but I’m thinking it was before my little brother was born so that would make me younger than 9-years-old. Of course, if you ask my sisters (the aforementioned bossy & spoiled ones) they would say I was a teenager but don’t believe that!!! They’re memories are terrible, bless their hearts.
On this day of enough, I packed my suitcase-looking Barbie house with all my worldly goods and started out on my own to face the cold, cruel world!! I went down the driveway and started down our street determined to get away from all my troubles!!!
About halfway down our street, I turned and went back home. What, you may ask, could possibly turn me around??????
Mom yelled, “Lunch”!!!!!
Whats a girl to do??? She’s gotta eat!!
That was the first and last time I ever ran away from home!! 🙂