The next image I clicked on is this link: http://tinyurl.com/yg5d4yx

The photos of Vintage Barbies and Vintage makeup make me hear Henry Mancini music and/or Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. The text contains suggested visual image of a young boy making repeated passes through the Barbie aisle at the drugstore because to linger would be a disaster. I'm glad that guy took the time to create the collection he desired but wasn't permitted as a child to own. Good for him! Not to diminish his injury, but my next door neighbor's dog mauled my Skipper. The moment when I discovered her (she'd been missing and missed) next to the aluminum chain link fence lying in the grass and covered with bite marks was what Anthroposophists might call an incarnating moment for me. The world seemed very harsh and I felt wronged by the Timmins' dog whom I had previously considered a friend. (Only child)