I never get tired of telling this story. It was the 20th of March 1986. I was a small girl in a communist Romania. A Barbie doll was only a dream for most girls. It was also my mother’s dream. Ever since she was a little girl she would sit for hours admiring the Barbie ads that ran in the vintage Pif & Hercule French magazines. They were some of the only foreign magazines you could get your hands on back in those days. She never managed to get a doll for herself so getting a Barbie doll for me was one of the most important things she wanted to do.
With some help from a friend that had just the right connections, she acquired the lovely Sun Gold Malibu Barbie and patiently waited for my birthday to give her to me. I can still remember waking up and looking at the door when this gorgeous blond doll walked in. It was love at first site and I was hooked ever since.
Now I have a huge collection but that doll is still THE Barbie doll for me. She has become a symbol of both my childhood and our freedom from the communist regime. I will forever cherish her and love her.
Happy birthday, Barbie!