This was my doll Annette. (Actually, both dolls were Annettes–they came with the name, but one was my sister’s, one was mine.) We both adored them when we were little because they were the perfect “little girl” size when they stood next to us, so we could do fun stuff with them, like pretend to take them shopping or send them to school, or anything that our Mom did with us.
Neither doll came with us when we moved, though. I guess they decided that, being in their late-30s, it was time to move on. Still, there are lots of good memories.
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