Haha! I'll add this for entertainment. Here's me circa 1959 or '60 when I was supposedly a boy.
I still have this dolly tucked away in a box of fond childhood treasures. I played with her and loved her and mothered her as a great symbol of my
identity until the 3rd or 4th grade when I was finally able to have Barbies. Damn, being a kid was weird.
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