Playskool’s My Buddy was more than just a baby doll for boys, he was a pal. The kind of pal who always wanted to do whatever you were doing, go wherever you were going. My Buddy was a role model. I wanted to dress like him and have my hair cut to match his. My Buddy wasn’t just the name of the toy, this guy was my buddy. We played in the sandbox, he came with me to sleepovers at my grandma’s house, and waited patiently for me to come home from school. In return for his loyalty, I never cut his hair, lost his shoes, or drew on his face. His constant smile was the only thank you I needed…
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