I did have a favorite whose name I can't remember. She was my favorite because she could float. She was always naked, not sure what happened to her clothes but she always had a rope around her neck. Our favorite game was chase the floating doll in the creek while holding the rope so she would not out race me. Kept me entertained for hours.
I never asked for dolls. I asked for stick horses, stock trucks full of animals and real cap guns with holsters like they wore on westerns.
One Christmas I received a big red wagon, Radio Flyer, I think...and a doll. I did give her a name, Belinda. She was a big baby and she had clothes. Belinda was just a simple sit up or lay down baby with painted hair but she sure could ride in that wagon.
Helen, my dog, and I spent hours racing Belinda in the Radio Flyer down the hill. Belinda always won and never fell out. Helen and I didn't care who won. We would pull Belinda in that big red wagon up the hill time after time.
Belinda never smiled nor laughed but Helen and I had a good enough time for all of us.