I had a garage sale when I left the States and also an ad in the paper, I mentioned the word "toys" as the items I was selling.
Grown men called me up and whispered, "you don't have any Barbies do you?"
"well yes, I have plenty but they aren't for sale."
"Oh, I'm very interested in them...especially in packaging. Do you have some?"
"No sir, our Barbies have been trailed around the world, stuck in fountains, had Kleenex gowns and ribbons, and had their hair snipped off, and married ken about fifty thousand times and they are loved!"
"Ah ok. Any Pez dispensers?"
No!
"oh, any Matchboxes?"
"no"
We sold almost everything and packed up about 25 Barbies and their campers and their clothes and their hubbies and that's the only thing that we shipped to Europe!
The only doll we don't get out, is made of China and greatgrandma was waiting until the great granddaughters were five before she gave them to the children and she passed away first. We received her in the mail.
But how sad to have a doll and not play with her!
_________________________
I was born under a wandering star.