I love how intricate they were, down to that tiny little bar top counter’s flap door. Oh god, I love that door. But I hated how some “foot hole” for my tiny barbie were so hard to stuff in or pull out, come on, I was only running on milo before.
So many memories built on polly pockets, so many times I had to score an A to get one, so many times I wandered into a world of my own with all my plastic friends. Well and so many times, I wished someone would share my world.