I was just going through some old pictures and found this. It's my fave picture of me when I was little. It was probably taken in the summer of 1967 at Springhill Beach, East Sandwich, Mass. My dad had a beach cottage at Springhill that he rented out. He owned it from 1964-1977, and we never once spent the night there. I love Springhill Beach and I still make sure to visit every time I go back east. I used to love to climb on the jetties, look for treasure (beachglass) and play on the sandbars at low tide.
So this is typical of what my dolls looked like. Clothes long gone, hair missing and/or wadded up, limbs twisted in a heap. And me, for whatever reason, watering it with a really sick smile on my face.