My Childhood Favorite

          When I was little about the age of seven I had a doll that my friend gave me. The doll was not plastic but kind of like a stuffed animal, except it was tall and skinny with legs almost the size of my shoulder to elbow, and long arms too. She had a big head with hair that you couldn't really play with. I remember I changed her dress with another old doll I had because it got dirty and smelled weird, which was basically how she always smelled. So one day I decided to take her in the shower with me when my mom wasn't home, I knew she would get mad at me, after I was done, the doll was soaking wet and it had a weird smell so my mom later washed it for me the right way. I named the doll Salma, after my friend who gave it to me, I would sleep with her when I got scared and play with her all the time, but as time passed I stopped and would leave her in random places and sometimes forget she is even there. When I came to the U.S I didn't bring it along and now that I remember it I wish I did.