Despite having fought for it, my initial thoughts were, "What an ugly doll! How can anyone love it?"
My doll "instantly rebuked", "If you cannot love imperfections, then how and why do you expect others to love you?"
Voila! My earliest memorable lesson on humanity and love. I grew to love the doll as my own "child". I was heartbroken when I had to surrender it at age 2 years 4 months.