Birthday (age four or five)

I Remember:


Being a very little girl.
Maybe four or five.
Waiting for my Birthday.


Hoping to get a horse.


I was dark when I woke that morning.  My sisters were both still asleep.  I felt something stiff next to me.  A paper wrapped something.  The package was almost as big as I was.  It was not in a box.  What could it be.

A doll. A big soft stuffed doll that was as tall as I was.  She had elastic on her feet and hands that I could slip MY feet and hands into, so we could dance.


I loved her for a long time.


But, I really wanted a horse!


Well, one could always hope,
       Christmas was only a few weeks away!