There will always be something special to me about my 18 inch Magic Attic Club doll.
When I was three, I was given a beautiful Magic Attic Club doll (same thing as an American Girl doll) and I loved it like it was my baby. I had clothes galore for her and she was with me everywhere I went. The doll looked like me and she was my best buddy.
The best part? The dolls name was actually Megan.
The Magic Attic Club series followed a group of girls as they found a magic attic that was home to a trunk of dress up clothes. Each book series that came out was about one of the girls and the adventure they went on in their dress up clothes. Alison, Keisha, Chloe, Megan, Rose, and Heather were the best of friends.
At that age, I loved reading and these chapter books were the perfect thing to capture my attention. I would spend my summers reading all about Megan's latest adventures. She was a Greek goddess one year and the next summer she was traveling through the Amazon rainforest. Then she decided to be a gymnast. It was all I could do to get through school so I could read her next adventure during the summer.
My Magic Attic doll was a gift from my grandmother (a fitting blog post given that today is the 11th anniversary of when I lost her to cancer). Although each grandchild had one of the girls, I was the only one who was so attached to mine. My grandma refurbished an old doll carrier and a little play chair for Megan to have a place to sit. Megan also had multiple beds, a sleeping bag, and she came on many vacations with us.
While packing to move, I made sure that Megan was taken care of in the best possible way. She was lovingly placed in her doll carrier, all her clothes were packed and off we went to Virginia.
Have you ever stumbled upon something that you loved as a kid after it had been put away for the longest time? Megan got lost in the shuffle when we moved and she was packed away in a box. I never found her until we were cleaning boxes out. When I saw her, she had ink all over her face, her lips were chipped and her hair was a mess. I about cried my eyes out.
I frantically searched and found a doll hospital so I sent her off to be replaced. I got a phone call that since she was so old, the company couldn't fix her. She came back to me exactly how she left. I searched again and found a lady on Facebook who said she could fix her. I sent her away and when I got her back, it looked exactly like the doll from my childhood.
Mini Megan, August 2020
When she came back to me fixed, I decided that she would always be a part of my decor. I dress her up for every holiday, event, party and sometimes I even catch myself playing with her if I'm having a tough day. She has a special spot on my bookshelf in my bedroom and she will always stay clean and tidy.
There is something so innocent about the way that Megan became a part of my life. She was the biggest toy I'd gotten for Christmas and the thing I was most attached to throughout my childhood. Now as an adult, I appreciate all the memories that I have attached to her. She was my first friend and will always be a presence in my life.
One day, I hope to pass her down to someone else in my family to continue the legacy of loving Megan like I have.
Signing off,
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