When my Aunt Val gave her to me in 1982 (I was all of 3 years old!) I wasn't too impressed. I think that for the whole first year that I had her she just sat there on top of my bookshelf. I always thought she was kinda boring just because she was grey. I have always loved bright colors. When I was younger, my tastes were borderline gaudy. Anything with sequins, lace, glitter, or beads attracted me. She wasn't exactly my style. She even made a weird rattling noise when you shook her, like she was a baby toy or something. BACK