At four years old, I remember a crib quilt with a yellow duckling swimming among water lily pads and flowers. I'm sure it had been made for me but it was being used in my first brother's crib and probably the second, too, as they were born less than a year apart. It was used until worn to rags and then it was gone. I loved it. There are no pictures and now I am the oldest in the immediate family. How I wish I could duplicate it, but my 60 year old memory of it is too dim.