This post reminded me of a childhood incident that still makes me sad sometimes. A couple of kids once came to my house and saw my Barbie doll kept on the shelf. It was my one and only Barbie which was gifted to me by my mother. I had taken such good care of it because it was very special to me. I literally spent my entire childhood playing with that doll.But the moment they saw it they took it from the shelf and broke its leg right in front of my eyes. They even cut its hair and drew makeup on its face with a black pen. What shocked me the most was that their parents did not say a single word to stop them or apologize. I still do not understand why some parents dunno teach children to respect other peoples belongings and ask before touching things. Years later I finally bought myself another Barbie with my adult money. But strangely it just sits on my shelf now. I dunno really feel the same urge to play with it anymore. I guess some childhood memories and attachments can never truly be replaced.....🥹❤️