When I was three I received a doll who was just my size. I took her everywhere with me. Every night I would crawl into bed with her and when my mother came in to say good night she would take the doll from my bed and place it in a chair in the corner. One night I asked her why I couldn't sleep with my doll. She said if the house caught on fire and my father had to run in to rescue me he would grab the doll by mistake and I would burn to death. After 30 years I told my father about the claim my mother made that he would mistake the doll for his daughter. We both laughed, but in the back of my head I will always wonder....
