Mary Janes and Marble Eyes.

1.) I was obsessed with The Powerpuff Girls- no, seriously. I had sooo much stuff. I had a Bubbles pillow pretty much the size of me, lunchboxes, and the coolest costume ever when I was four years old; Pink cotton dress with black stripe across the tummy, and Blossom wig, it had the red bow and everything. Plus, my mommy didn't make me where those boot coverings you're supposed to put on over your sneakers...she let me wear real high-heel Mary Janes and white stockings; I pretty much had the best costume, ever.

2.) My parents got married when I was about four years old; when discussing their wedding, they told me the possibility of one of my pre-school teachers marrying them, you know, like performing the ceremony or whatever; I immediately freaked out and thought that this woman was going to replace either my mother or my father. Boy, was I wrong...

3.) I remember singing Spice Girl songs with other girls at my pre-school, and that I was ALWAYS Baby Spice, which is ironic because I have never in my life been blonde.

4.) I received two Britney Spears Barbie dolls as a little girl; I chopped the hair off of one of them, and gave Skipper a boyfriend.

5.) For Christmas (Or maybe it was my birthday) I had received an Angelica doll, from the cartoon Rugrats. She sang and danced and scared the crap out of me. One night, as I was trying to fall asleep, she came alive in my toy box, like seriously, the doll started singing and I was so scared! My mom came in the room, and tried to get the possessed toy to shut up. Angelica wouldn't budge; she just kept singing her juvenile jingle. Fed up with this demon toy, my mom took her downstairs and I don't know what she did...but that doll stopped singing. I tried to ponder all the things that happened to the poltergeist infested plastic toy, and I thought she was gonna come upstairs and kill me...

6.) Another thing about dolls; I had so many of them as a little girl. And my wonderful mother happened to arrange them on a shelf, directly facing my bed. I swear, those dolls were staring at me. And blinking. Piercing marble eyes looking at you while you're trying to fall asleep is just lovely, you know?