The Christmas I was eleven, I spent eight days in hospital with a broken arm. I was the only child in the hospital and Santa brought me a huge doll. She stood about 24 inches tall and wore a cowgirl outfit, a gold satin shirt and brown fake-leather skirt with fringe and brown cowboy boots. I'm turning 60 next year and I still have that doll. She's lost her outfit and the pup chewed her toe but she holds a world of memories. I was speechless when they gave me the doll because I was 'past' that stage. I didn't want to hurt the feelings of the nurse who brought the doll in, but I really didn't want a doll. My parents never knew where that doll came from either but today they just shake their heads at my ever-growing doll collection. Just goes to show that what you don't want may just be what you do want after all. Kate