Once upon a time, many moons ago, I had a doll. Now, this may not seem terribly out of the ordinary as most little girls have dolls at some point in their lives. Throughout my childhood I had Barbies, Polly Pockets, Jem dolls, Cabbage Patch Dolls, dolls that could eat, walk and wet themselves, and then there was a whole array of stuffed animals that lined the back of my bed. But before the barbies, Ragedy Annes, and even the cabbage patch dolls, there was Parcel. When I was a very little girl of perhaps four or five years old I had a favourite doll. She couldn’t bend, open or…