I loved getting Barbies when I was a child. I wasn't interested in dressing or playing with them, though - I just wanted to cut their hair. Somehow I had this relentless dream that I could give them the perfect style...no matter how many of them inevitably ended up with a 'do that looked like hair plugs after a bad transplant job. (Oh, and if they were blonde, I would go at them with a Sharpie, in the hope that it would look like their hair had been professionally streaked. I'm afraid those poor things just had the added sorrow of looking like zebras with hair plugs.) Sigh. That was decades ago, and sometimes I wonder what those frickin' Barbies would be worth today if I had just left them in their boxes. Anyway, my point is that after I lost interest in the unattainable dolly pixie cut, I didn't think about dolls again (for myself, at least, although I did buy them for my daughter) until I stumbled upon BJDs about twelve years ago. To this day I don't know why I'm so obsessed with them - it could be an Uncanny Valley thing. Whatever. I only know that I was not a doll person...and now I am. I'm just curious about the doll path that others took before they wound up in this inescapable vortex known as BJD collecting.