Memoirs of a Lost Girl- Three

Talking of tape recorders, her brothers had hours of endless fun of torturing her. She is too traumatised to talk about it.

Moving on. Swiftly.

Pink. Pink bedroom. Pink curtains, duvet, carpet and walls. Ok, not walls.
She hated pink. She hated Barbie. She hated girlie things.
Her Mum thought she ought. She was a girl after all. She was the girl they wanted.
The girl they wanted liked action man. Action man became a transvestite. He wore Barbies clothes. Barbie wore a German World War Two uniform. Role reversal so to speak. Both of them drove around in a Jacobs cream cracker tin. They shared a bed, a horse and a wardrobe. They ate plastic pork chops and slept with their eyes open. (Her action man did not have the moving eyes or gripping hands, but he did have a fetching scar).