Tina was my imaginary friend growing up. I created her when I was five. I think I just wanted one because my brother had a couple oddly names ones. In my mind she looked like the little girl from the Clifford books except she was possibly Hispanic with darker hair and skin. Why? I have no idea. I guess as a child I wanted to bring some diversity to my(at the time) small, predominantly white rural town.
She was everything that I wasn't, and had everything that I wanted. Tina had a Baby Uh-Oh doll that actually worked, because she was an only child and her brother didn't stick a pencil up it's butt. Tina had hair that was a lot longer than mine, because her Mom didn't give her a bowl cut. She was allowed to have Pixie Stix. Tina was feisty and loud, I was shy and quiet. I had blond hair, she had dark hair. We were complete opposites. Sometimes I wonder what her life would be like today. This is her story.
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