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Size C Batteries

I had to throw out my cute purple boom box recently, as it stopped working. Before consigning it to the rubbish bin, I took the batteries out of it. Six (six!) size C batteries are now sitting on my bookshelf, with nothing to do but fall over when Fred jumps on them.

Strangely enough, and I can't think why, they make me think of my old Baby Alive doll (the original one from the 70s/80s, not the modern monstrosity). I had a Baby Alive, and Rach had a Baby Thataway (she crawled!).

However, tragedy struck Baby Alive and Baby Thataway when Rach and I took them to the park and accidentally left them up in a tree.  By the time Mum took us back to the park to retrieve them, they were gone.  Gone!  Someone had stolen our babies.

Rach and I were in-con-solable.  We wanted our dolls!  Boo hoo!  Waaaaah!!!

Rach did get another Baby Thataway shortly afterwards (probably the next birthday), but I didn't get another Baby Alive.  I was nearly two years older than Rach, so getting a bit old for dolls - according to my parents, anyway.

Years and years later, when we were teens, we were reminiscing about this with Mum, and I told her how disappointed I was that I didn't get a new Baby Alive, even though I was "too old".  At my next birthday, I received a baby doll.  Not a Baby Alive, but it was still a baby doll.  I loved it, even though I really was too old for dolls, and I still have it.

If I hadn't had left Baby Alive in that tree in the park, I would still have her, too.  I still have Amanda, Assinine and Holly Hobby in my trunk with the baby doll (who never got a name).  Sadly, it looks like I won't be having children of my own, so I should send them to Rach and Andy to add to Alex's toy box.  I loved them enough to keep them for 30-ahem years, so I'm sure someone else would love them, too.

And I have some size C batteries available, if they're needed.
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  1. jennyanddaveJanuary 28, 2010 at 7:59 PM

    it is so hard to get it right when you are a mum, sigh!!!. I would keep them though - they are part of your life and Alex will be making his own, probably not with a doll though.

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