The other day Y and I passed the toy store on the way to the hardware store. I chided him that he should buy me the most realistic baby doll he could find. I tend to make these off-color comments a lot - I guess I just can't help myself. When I was in elementary school, I was actually obsessed with finding the most realistic baby doll that could be bought. I was so diligent and conscientious about playing Mom. Long after my friends would grow tired of the game and fling their dolls aside to move on to a game of Teacher, I would still be totally enamored with my super realistic doll.
When I was in high school I became obsessed with telling everyone and their mother that I had no intention of ever having children; maybe I would consider marriage when I was 40 or 50 if it was convenient and the arrangement suited my career. I enjoyed flaunting this information, and I think it made me feel quite smug and also ambitious. Interestingly, it would seem that in more recent years I have regressed to the earlier 8-year-old version of myself.