Oh, the memories...

Anyone remember these? The cabbage patch doll represents one, of many, "things" that kids just HAD to have when we were young. You know, Guess jeans, Atari players, TV's in our room (gasp!!!). I came from a family where none of these "name brand" things ever graced the floor beneath the Christmas Tree.
A couple of memories that realy stick out...
I remember when I was in 2nd grade. There was this rich chick at church that had EVERYTHING!! I mean, if it was the latest toy, gadget, item of clothing ... well, you could bet that "Suzy" had all of it! Well, I had been wanting a cabbage patch doll for a while (not b/c I actually thought they were cute. They really are quite ugly - beady eyes, annoying dimple, ugly pug nose, not at ALL soft! And, Barbie was definitely better!!) but, nevertheless, I HAD to have one b/c of the status thing. Well, one Sunday at church, I was invited to sit with little miss Suzy and her family. I thought, "how nice! Suzy wants me to sit with her!" Unbeknownst to me, she was just waiting for the opportunity to rub my face in the fact that she had TWIN CABBAGE PATCH DOLLS!!!!!!!! She couldn't just have ONE. NO!!!! She had to have TWO! Bitch.
2nd memory ... I really wanted a Barbie Mansion. Hello!!!! She needs her own mansion, people!! Anyways, I had been jumping up and down all year, screaming to the top of my lungs that I wanted a Barbie Mansion! Well, I waited in anticipation for Christmas morning to arrive. I had my eyes set on a particularly large box in the back of the tree. Finally, we got the green light to begin the fit of flying paper, bows and screams. (Even more torture was inflicted b/c in my house we had to TAKE TURNS!!!) So, I of course picked the large box to open first!! What was it ... it was what I had always ... OH NO! It was the cheap TG&Y doll house made out of metal and too short for my tall, miss universe barbie dolls. One Barbie leg was taller than the entire first floor. I looked at it and mustered up a sheepish, "thanks". (I was only 5, people, don't judge me too harshly!).
You know, looking back, I was a spoiled little brat! I remember how on the outside I tried to make it appear like I was truely grateful but I can remember the disappointment I felt inside. I know that my parents didn't have a lot of money and this was the best they could do! They wanted me to have a doll house! I'm so ashamed of myself. I should be ashamed for coveting stupid, ugly dolls in Church and not being grateful for a metal, "too short for my barbies" doll house that probably still cost a lot considering our budget. There were 5 kids to buy for!!
Some how, I have the feeling that karma is going to kick me in the ass for this. My kids will probably be total sh@#ts about material things. What am I to do?!

