A short record of my entire childhood.
Hello boys and girls.
Today, your classmate Krista cleaned out under her bed. She found some fun things that she would like to share with you for show and tell! Krista?
This is my doll. I got the American Girl Doll that looked the most like me, who still didn’t look quite like me because she had straight hair and blue eyes and no glasses. Of course. 
As you can see, she’s very frightening. Why do we give children such frightening toys? I do not know.
Lindsay, this doll, came with a character from AGD inc; she was an activist for animals that wore striped tights and occasionally climbed trees in protest. So, yeah, of course I got this doll.
She’s cute, right? Not terrifying?
You have to guess what this is:
Nothing? It’s a SUPER BADDASS SPY SECRET MESSAGE KIT. Inside there are little buttons to open secret compartments, as well as a built in tiny paper shredder (?) and a pen with which you can write secret messages that you can only see with that scary red light in the middle. We had SO MUCH FUN with this thing.
Speaking of tiny things, apparently I loved tiny things as a child. Like tiny butter churns:
I needed to have a full set of Victorian possessions, and I guess they only make tiny Victorian things now? Did they even churn butter in the Victorian era?
The answer is almost definitely no, the era is characterized by the industrial revolution so no.
This piece of wood seems to have come off a piece of furniture:
What piece of furniture, you ask? Good question.
This is a macrame bracelet that says “Valerie”
Who is Valerie, you ask? Another good question.
This is a bookmark from someone named Charles:
Who is Charles? Another good question. All good questions.
More tiny things:
Tiny shoes! A really excessive amount of tiny tiny shoes.
Last but not least, the thing from under my bed that is definitely playing an important part in the redecoration of my room:
Little headless ballerina sculpture on a box for some reason!
And that’s my childhood. Thank you.
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