I remember having a wooden cradle that my grandmother had made for me. For my 5th birthday all I wanted was the doll that you fed and had to actually change the diapers. I was so thrilled to get it along with a whole wardrobe of clothes my grandmother made. The baby slept right along my bed. A few days after my birthday we had a house fire and lost everything. I remember the smell going back. The cradle was charred and the doll melted in it. Luckily my brother woke up and smelled smoke and we all got out of the house. A few days later while cleaning up an older lady with white hair wearing a white sweater showed up and dropped of a few items she thought my family could use. In the bag was another doll and handmade baby clothes. To this day I swear that lady was an angel!