I’m going to go ahead and assume that toxic Chinese paint is behind the weird things we did when we were kids. 

This is how Suzie and I “played Barbies”.

Barbie’s date night consisted of getting wrapped in her evening gown of printed toilet paper, then getting in a tennis shoe (convertable) and driving over to our brother’s (HRB’s) room to pick up G.I. Joe.  The plastic couple then drove back to our room for kissing and occasional drama, which was triggered by us not asking HRB for permission to take G.I. Joe on a date.  Suzie and I later came to realize that any problems with the relationship were all G.I. Joe’s fault.     

What were your favorite toys or games?