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It was the summer of 1975 and since at least Christmas I had coveted a doll called ‘Baby Alive’. The TV commercials made her look like so much fun. My younger sister and I had worn the Sears catalog out looking at that doll. As well as all the other wonderful things.
Mom took us to the local five and dime store. The store had put out bins and racks for a sidewalk sale. In a bin front and center was ‘Baby Alive’. “Oh, Mom.” I pointed to the battered boxes. “I want one of those!”