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I decided to share one of my stories about dolls. I loved them. I guess because I was an only child until 7 years old, dolls were my companions.

The photo in the last post was taken on Christmas day…you can tell that because we’re dressed up in our best clothes. I so wanted the latest doll from Santa. It was one of the first kind of walking talking dolls, quite tall and you held its hand and it walked along with you. Very cool for a 5 year old.

My parents always wanted to make me happy, (spoil me I suppose) and Santa left this large box for me and of course inside was the walking doll. I remember that doll was made of a hard material with stiff joints. Not at all cuddly and after the initial excitement I never played with her much. I always prefered my favourite doll that’s in the photo, soft and lovable.

Just thinking a few minutes about a photo can bring back a memory.

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