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Christmas 1968

Christmas of 1968, I was 4 years old, the doll was given to me by my uncle Bill for Christmas. I loved that doll and was rarely separated from her for the next 5 years, until I loved her so much that she was coming apart. Mother (the lady in the picture with the great legs) took me to a "Woolworth" store to pick out another dolly, I chose a doll that looked just like my previous doll, but sadly I never grew to love her as much, maybe being older the magic of playing with dolls was beginning to subside, or maybe, I thought I would love her as much as her predecessor.

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