Here is my brother Jimmy and me at Christmas.
He was probably 2, which would make me going on 5.
I am proudly holding my new baby doll.
(This is not Joni Suziebelle, either!)
This rubber doll met its demise one summer
when they were working in the streets,
putting in water lines.
One evening I walked over to see what
the men had been doing that day,
and to my horror, I dropped my sweet
little doll in the trench.
I never told anybody about it,
since I knew I shouldn't have been over
there looking in the first place.
But if I had 'fessed up, I may have
gotten the doll back...it might not
have been as deep as it looked to
a little girl of 4 or 5 years old!
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