Friday, July 16, 2010
I got around to using one of the photos I nabbed from my mom's album. This is what I wrote for it:
I can remember exactly when I got this doll.
I was six years old and it was the day before we made our annual trip to Ocean City. These dolls were hard to come by because they were wildly popular. So popular that stores couldn’t keep them on the shelves. I assumed I would never get one.
And then one day, out of the blue, my parents gave me one.
It was not my birthday. It was not Christmas. Gifts given without occasion were rare in my family. So to receive a doll I didn’t expect, on a day not normally marked by gifts was a double shock of joy.
I remember trying to sleep that night, but I couldn’t. I was too happy to sleep. I lay there completely unable to believe that this doll, whose name I’ve since forgotten, was mine.
The next day we went to the beach, doll in tow. And I felt like I would burst with happiness.
Have a lovely weekend!