Gosh, if only I had known then what I know now....Here's the story. I'm 15 and I want to be a rock star. I play acoustic guitar but I really want an electric guitar because in my fantasy world I'm going to be the next Nancy Wilson (from Heart)...or a female Jimmy Page (Zeppelin anyone?). I'll sing like Stevie Nicks and Joni Mitchell and Christy McVie, I'll die my hair black and ride a motorcycle ...oh yeah. But I didn't have an electric guitar or an amp. What I had was a neighbor who collected dolls and she had her eye on my case of vintage Barbies and clothes...so...here's the confession: I sold my Barbie's for $75 and bought a used amp. What a dummy. I still remember the Barbies I owned and their vintage clothes. I had a Fashion Queen...and she wore a complete 1966 Fashion Luncheon (#1656) outfit that I thought was ugly! I had Skipper and a Sweet Sixteen Barbie with original outfits and there were shoes and purses and wigs and.......and now I know what they were worth because I sell Vintage Barbie dolls and clothes....what a dummy. Where's that amp, you ask? Who knows, I don't even play guitar anymore...although I think about picking it up again sometimes. So that's my story...when I was 15 those Barbies were junk but today....they are someones treasure and I could kick myself for not holding onto them. Oh well. What's your Junkque story?
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