Barbie B-I-T-C-H

I don't remember her name, but I recall that she had brown hair and was the same size as me. We were best friends for one day, or maybe it was 3 hours. Not sure. Either way, I can't remember her name for the life of me.
We met at Manville Camp, in July of 1994. It was probably Camp Meeting. But anyhow, we must have got to playing and having fun as little girls do, and a few hours later this girl said to me: "You're my best friend!". You know, the way little girls do. We had only just met and played with eachother, and she said we were best friends. Well, I've never been one to jump into committed relationships too quickly, so I stayed silent after her confession since I wasn't sure that I, too, felt she was my best friend. However, being the sly devil that I was/am, I rapidly (and perhaps coincidently, although I am not sure) remembered that I was leaving the country in just a few short weeks, and since we were apparantly best friends, shouldn't she give me a going away present? I thought so, because I knew she had some really fantastic Barbie dolls in her possession, and I wanted one. [yes I was a greedy little Barbie bitch......] And so I told her she should give me a going away present, and that I wanted a Barbie. And not just any Barbie, I wanted her Skipper doll with long blonde crimped hair and the blue sparkly bikini. Skipper was cooler than Barbie because she had the sporty attitude and physique and was jsut all-around cool. She was'nt the sexpot Barbie was, and she was never swarmed by that damn Ken who couldn't make up his mind whether to be with Barbie or not. But, the sagas of Barbie and Ken are all for another post, in another time, and another place.........
So...in the end, long story short, there is some girl out there who once upon a time gave me her favouritest Barbie in the whole wide world, simply because we were BEST FRIENDS for 3 hours. The funny thing is though, that we probably run into eachother all the time now at district events or something, and she doesn't remember the Barbie thing or have a clue who I am, and I don't have a clue who she is, either. But, it's not like I give a stuff anyway, I just remembered the story since I spent the weekend at Manville...oh how I hate "Family Camp".