Every day we made memories together, the sound of our laughter echoing in the air.
We ran our brushes through the blonde synthetic hair of our She-Ra dolls, feeling the strands between our fingers as we created our imaginative plays. We stamped our feet and sang our own tunes as we danced around.
We were inseparable, knowing each other's secrets and always having each other's backs. Paula was my best friend, my rock, and I, hers. We'd pretend we were sisters. Our connection was so strong we could almost hear it humming between us.
Forty years later, it still is.