Here’s Carol, the doll I got for my seventh birthday.

When I was seven, I didn’t like her very much. (I couldn’t forgive her for not being a book.) As a result, she has spent most of her long life in my attic, along with all the other stuff I never use, but can’t bring myself to throw out.

Recently though, Carol has escaped from the attic and started a new life. I’ve been bringing her on my talks, where she’s been the centre of attention.
Here she is in action:

Modelling her best dress.

 
In fact, Carol has been so popular, lots of people have offered to adopt her. I’ve realised, though, that I can’t part with her. It’s taken me a while, but I think I’m a little bit in love.
(This post previously appeared on www.girlsheartbooks.com)