There she is: Skipper. Angi asked us about our favorite toys and this is one of my favorites. I liked Skipper's flat feet and straight body. Barbie was just plain embarrassing to me, but Skipper was a girl's girl. I could imagine picking berries and digging up clay with Skipper. Skipper would catch crickets and explore the woods. Most definitely. Skipper was my girl.
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posted by Jan at 9:31 PM
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But, were you aware of "Growing Up Skipper?"
She was a little odd and very disturbing. My cousin Shannon had one (of course). If you don't know of what I speak, do a Google search and be glad you never saw one in person.
Angi L.
If memory serves me right, there was a pregnant Skipper, too. She came with a little baby in her tummy and when you took the baby out her tummy would go flat.
I think my mom tried both of the disturbing dolls on me. Neither one of them liked to collect grasshoppers and geods, though.
I liked Skipper too.
The Barbie I had looked just like this woman at my church. Short curly brown hair...I just could NOT stand to 'play' with the likeness of a church lady.
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