![]() Just thinking about those dolls makes me want to go drag them out of the box to see if they still have that baby powder smell. I have some boxes my parents gave me up in the attic. I'm sure I have Henrietta and Humphrey around here somewhere. I now understand racism and prejudice more clearly than I did back then. I couldn't understand why this was a big deal. Image credit: My friend and I would take our dolls for a walk around the neighborhood every day in their strollers! We were serious about our Cabbage Patch Kids! I remember once, feeling heartbroken because someone couldn't believe that my parents had purchased me an African American doll. I begged my parents! I have to have a boy! I picked mine out. 1984: Sales for Cabbage Patch Kids branded products, from toys to children's apparel, set a children’s merchandising record setting of 2 billion. My parents and I hopped in the car and drove to the store. December 1983: A photo of Cabbage Patch Kid in the arms of a little girl was the cover of Newsweek magazine and the subject of jokes on Johnny Carson almost every night. ![]() I begged my parents to take me to the store to see if we could find a boy. Image credit: Then my best friend broke the news to me that a shipment of dolls had just came in and her father bought her a boy. My grandmother gave me my 1st Cabbage Patch Kid doll and I remember being on top of the world. Image credit: These dolls were so hard to find. The dolls smelled like baby powder and the designer Xavier Roberts signed his name on the little bottoms of the dolls. ![]() The dolls came with a birth certificate and their name was already picked out. ![]()
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