Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
My baby doll. Small, bald, made of hard plastic. She had painted hair when I first got her. I still have her. We have been through a lot together. Her painted blue eyes are fading. Her head is yellowing with age. It’s the only original part of her, as her arms and legs have been replaced, even her torso. She needs a new(er) left leg. It keeps falling off, and there is a hole in her foot. Yet, she is still with me. I love that bit of plastic baby doll. It’s weird, I know, but I don’t care. I’m going to keep her for as long as she holds together or for as long as I can find or make replacement parts. I worry about her eyes. I have nightmares that she gets broken and cracked beyond repair. Then I wake up, and thankfully, she is still there.
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