Playing Carbies with my Brother

Like typical girls, I was very fond of playing barbie dolls when I was young. But I would always share toys with my brother that's why I ended up playing with both barbie dolls and cars. We made an eccentric family out of our toys. The mother was a barbie doll named, "Marina." She had long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and seductive pink lips. Her husband was my brother's favorite handpuppet squirrel named, "Goodyear." We took the name from the big box we saw in the storage room, which we eventually transformed into their love nest.

They bore a two-inch, pink and skinless pig. I was too lazy to think of any other name so I thought of just naming him, "Pig." I found the pig unusually "cute." Brother, however, abominated "Pig" and he kept saying, "eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." And from there, we finally formulated a unique name: "Pigeew." Obviously, we derived it from "Pig" and "eeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww." Pigeew!

Brother detested the idea that Marina and Goodyear were married. The two would always split up every time we came up with a plot. We resolved our toys' marriage when I got another doll. She was big, fat and horrendous. I named her "Susan." I took the name from a villain in a soap opera our helper was watching. Susan was far from likable. She had huge legs, pouting lips and curly hair. Unlike Marina who was glamorously draped in a long pink gown ornamented with silver sequins, Susan was sheepishly dressed in blue pajamas accessorized with a bottle of milk. I threw the bottle of milk and decided Susan was already a grown-up. I cut a piece of cloth and sew it into a skirt which Susan wore for the rest of her doll life.

I turned her into a villain just to resolve Goodyear and Marina's marriage. I insisted that Goodyear must have a wife. I asked brother to choose between Susan and Marina. Susan or Marina? Susan or Marina? I incessantly asked him until he finally gave in and said, "Fine! Fine, Marina. Whatever you say." Marina and Goodyear ended up together and they lived in a huge box with a "Goodyear" scribbled somewhere in the roof. They had a huge lot with more than 50 cars and one fighter plane. I used to arrange all the cars around the box; and my brother would end up destroying the scene by constantly banging the cars together. I really abhorred banging cars so I would frequently yell at my brother to GET A FEW CARS AND BANG THEM SOMEWHERE FAR FROM THE BOX HOUSE so the arrangement of the other cars parked adjacent to it would not be ruined. I really hated brother for doing that. He would destroy cars and subtract it to our collection. I suggested another way of playing cars. I told him he could put Goodyear in the truck and ride him all the way from the living room to the kitchen. He never listened so I ended up independently driving Goodyear, Marina and Pigeew around the “town.”

There were two vehicles which I loved the most: the red Ferrari miniature and the green fighter plane. I really enjoyed racing with the Ferrari. But once, I got careless and hit it on the wall. I was so relieved it still ran despite the inelastic collision. I guess racing was the only activity my brother and I loved doing together. For the rest? Our minds were always situated at two opposite poles. We even kept arguing about the fighter plane's conformation! I was so surprised to discover that the fighter plane could actually be transformed into a robot! Brother always preferred the fighter plane configuration so it could fight and fly. I always wanted the robot and reasoned, "you see, unlike your plane, the robot can jump high." But its ability to jump high was not what I was after. I simply thought the green transformer looked "cuter" when it was a robot.