Not buying in childhood. My school years began in 1991. By this point, 9 out of 10 requests to buy something were reasonably rejected due to financial difficulties. Therefore, I didn’t think about the a-la Barbie dolls that appeared at the time. A friend prompted me to go for such a doll for her, and as a result bought it for myself and me. To us, first-class girls, who appeared to open a store with such money, the seller's aunt, doubting a little, sold them. We forgot to agree on the legend, what we got at home... the dolls were picked out, the money was returned to the father of a friend, who slept peacefully during the purchase. OOOOOOOOOOO!!! My mom bought me a Turkish gum and I won a doll!!! She came to me by mail a couple of months later and she (oh, a miracle!) My legs are on my knees!! Happiness has no limits!! I am for what. Thank you for my happy childhood!!! Well, and yes, agree a lie if suddenly...