When I was a child, I had many dolls. Most of them were gifts from my Grandmother. I had Bonny Braids and Tiny Tears and big mama dolls, and drink & wet babies. When I was about 10, my parents decided my brother and I should give away some of our toys to a poor family. My brother, who was only 8 at the time, gave away his train set, and I gave away all my dear dolls, but two. This is one I kept. We didn't mind giving our toys to children who had less than we did. Unfortunately, we made the mistake of visiting this family about 2 weeks later. There were my beautiful dolls battered and broken, strewn about the floor. The train was ruined, too. It took some of the joy away from the giving, as I had loved those dolls because they were from my Grandma. My brother and I were both rather traumatized from this incident and we both still remember it very clearly. Neither of our parents recalled any of this.