It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time then two years later you'll be like 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'
I was given baby doll toys myself and they proved a stark reminder that my life was expected to revolve around childbearing - just as my mom's had before me and her mom's had before her.
