I had trolls, those ugly little dolls with the multi-colored hair. There are at least a couple somewhere in my basement. My mother sewed multiple outfits for them after I'd grown out of Barbies and the Barbies didn't need any more clothing. Mom would make me a dress, then make one for Barbie out of the same material. The shoes never matched, but I didn'tn make Barbie wear shoes, as I avoided them whenever possible.

They couldn't have been my favorite, but it's hard to remember. I had a little stuffed (with sawdust!) corduroy horse that my mother told me was put in my crib shortly after I was born by a great aunt who died before I knowingly met her. The face had worn off or never was there, but I remember feeling like it should have one, so I drew a smile on. I loved that little horse.

There were a few items I had that I knew were just objects, but felt were real in some way. Eyes came off, seams ripped and other kids mistreated them, and I cried. I guess I was a weird little kid (go figure), but there are still some things I own that I'm attached to. My mountain dulcimer and the first fiddle I owned (the one that Rick borrowed) for a couple.

It's funny. Everyone who ever loved me when I was a kid is gone, but I still have that little corduroy horse.