Dolls In My Life

     When I was young, my father used to go on business trips to different countries.  When he returned, he often brought me a doll.  So I had a doll collection.  We kept it in a glass cabinet at one point, so we could see it.  That brought me many happy memories.  I particularly liked the Spanish dolls, a female flamenco dancer and a male horseback rider.  And there was a Hungarian doll, singing silently.