One of my most treasured possessions is a baby doll. By modern standards she's not the prettiest of dolls, but she means a lot to me because I've had her since I was very small. My doll is made of hard, dark brown plastic, her straight hair is molded into her mainly bald head and for some reason her eyes are orange and they close noisily when you lie her on her back. My children think she's scary and one in particular regards her as the sort of thing more at home in a horror film than a … [Read more...] about IT’S ANOTHER ME – MY SCARY BROWN DOLL