My next five photos include three of me with dolls. One was my 2nd birthday gift; two are of the real life doll that entered our home shortly before that birthday — my baby sister, Moira. One picture shows me touching her gingerly.
I wonder what I thought of this doll that moved, sqwacked and cried on her own. Another picture shows her looking like a present under the tree. She was likely more intriguing that whatever was in that box I’m unwrapping and Moira — not those other gifts – was with me for the longer haul.