. . . and his name was Eric. I specifically told my parents that I wanted a Black, bald, "premie" Cabbage Patch Doll, and they had to search over hell and high water to find it. I know you may find it odd tha I was a a boy who wanted a doll, regardless of ethnicity, but tons of boys in our class had them. I had a Caucasian one too. His name was Sherwin, of all things. He got dirty because his skin showed it; It was to Eric's benefit that he had that dark complexion.
I'm just proud that I grew up in such a liberal minded home that did not restrict toys for their kids based on gender roles or race. Thanks mom and dad, and thanks Eric.
P.S.: The one pictured is not Eric, but that's about what he looked like as far as I can remember.
