For several years, mostly on and off and primarily off, I've been trying to write my life story. I intend to make several copies just for my family. I do this in spurts.... Part of my writing also includes photos of places and things dear to me. One such item is 'my' doll, which really is me. I do not remember playing with it. When I was about two or three (not sure how old I saw in the face abve) my mother had my photo taken at a local department store. Apparently they had a contest going on and I ended up winning Second Place (yes, second....I am still looking for the person who took First Place, ha.) I don't know if there was any other prize, but part of winning included a doll with my winning photo face. The doll has been with me many years now, but she's lost her shoes and socks.
