Afraid of dolls!

by Marchada
(Albany, Ga)

I've always had a love for dolls up until the age of 5 years old. I had an African-American doll named "CoCo" of which I absolutely adored. I took her wherever I went and treated her as if she was a REAL baby. Mind you that when a little girl receives a doll, she likes to pretend that the doll is her baby and she often mimicks mother-like actions. So this is exactly how I acted with CoCo. I remember it as if it happened yesterday. It was Christmas Eve and I could hardly wait to see what Santa left for me under the tree.

My mother and grand-mother were both in the kitchen preparing the food for our Christmas dinner. I was in bed because my mother told me that if I didn't go to sleep, then Santa would spit in my eyes and leave coal in my stocking. That night, I fell soundly asleep with CoCo in my arms. I could hear my mother and grand-mother laughing and conversating down the hall from my room, so I started tossing and turning. As I was turning, I my feet kicked something that was at the foot of my bed. It was something hard and it moved. I sat up in bed and slowly pulled back the comforter. "Aaaaahhhhhh!!!" I shrieked! It was CoCo's head at the foot of my bed! I looked beside me and to my surprise CoCo's body was still laying there...headless!

This was indeed "the" most traumatic and life-changing event that has happened to me because I am now 22 years old and am still afraid of dolls!