Beloved Toy

My favorite toy when I was little was my doll. It was one of those "feel so real" baby dolls. I got her when I turned 2 and my parents really didn't understand that she was so heavy. So when they got it out of the box and handed it to me I could barely hold on to her. That is when she adopted the name Brick Baby, thanks to my dad! And that name stuck, I never named her anything else. But I loved it to death! The inside had like what felt like bones (plastic) and jelly-like stuff, with a tough rubber-like skin. She was all mine and I didn't have to share her with anyone. At this point in my life, my brother wasn't born yet, so my baby doll was my best friend (along with an imaginary friend, but that is a whole other story). I talked to her and, and put her to bed. All the things a little girl can do with a baby doll. One day one of the fingers ripped a little and the gooey, jelly-like, sticky from the inside started coming out. I had to wash her up and then I made a little cast for her. It was just paper towel and scotch tape, but it did the job. I would periodically change the cast when it got too much stuff on it. I felt like I was actually taking care of it and I wouldn't let my mom throw her away. After a while I obviously grew out of this baby doll stage, but she is still in my room to this day. She was my first and only toy that I have kept around so long, so she means a lot to me.