‘If you cut Barbie's hair, it's not going to grow back.' My mom warned as I held the scissors to Barbie's synthetic blonde hair.
I knew that already, but I wanted to give Barbie a trim not a hatchet bob job. After carefully cutting a quarter of an inch off, I parted Barbie's hair and put it in two pony tails. And with that, my career as a hair stylist ended minutes after it began.
Sometimes I wish I had Barbie's hair. Sometimes I wish my hair would always stay the same length and sunshiney blonde color. Alas, it was not to be. Sometimes I wonder, did I let Barbie down or did Barbie let me down?
A few years later, I sold Barbie at a family garage sale.