When I was two my parents got me a life size doll for Christmas. My mom said it was bigger than I was and when they stood it up I looked up at it with wide eyes, it fell on me. So there lies in my fear of dolls.
Hahaha, they freak me out. My mom has always had this doll though for a long time it was kept in pieces in a trash bag in the rafters on our barn. Then after I moved out she decided it would be fun to put the doll together and dress her for the holidays. She kept her outside in her garden. Over the months she started the weather and mildew. Now she looks like a hideous mess and is kept behind the shed. Ugh!