I was only 6 years old when I got my first American Girl doll. Sabrina had my medium brown complexion, brown eyes, and think black hair. She was and still is my everything. My Grandma heard about the American Girl doll store and wanted to take me to get one. At first I was confused on what American Girl was until I experienced it myself. The store was right off of Michigan Ave in Chicago and it looked like a little boutique. The colors were red, black, and white with stars everywhere. For such a small space, the store had three levels, a restaurant, and also a theatre. It was truly amazing. When I first got Sabrina, she wore a red leather dress with a black turtle neck underneath.
“Sweet heart,” grandma said to me. “You need to buy an outfit to match her.” My eyes widened and I saw the exact same dress that Sabrina was wear. We could be twins for a day, I thought.
Soon Sabrina and I were always together. We had sleepovers, we went to my other friends American Girl themed parties, I even too her to church with me a couple of Sundays. We were the best of friends and I loved her. Some went by and I got sisters for Sabrina. Her next sister was part of the Original American Girl collection about girls from the past and not the Today Dolls like Sabrina was. Addy’s story was that she was a runaway slave who found freedom in the North. Next I got a 2000 Doll which was a new collection they started where they had a Doll of the Year where she is a limited edition doll with a story line. She was a Jewish girl who wanted to go into Journalism. And then I received Kaya, an Native American Original Doll.
Time pasted by, and I would occasionally change my dolls clothes and comb their hair. But soon as I got older, they started to collect dust on my shelf. They watched everyday as went from 10 year old girl to a 18 year old getting ready for college. They appreciated when I would clean their faces off with warm water and brush their hair. So I did something in their honor. I bought a new doll for my little cousin. I bought her her very first American Girl Doll. She named her Today Doll Maya and when I brough her back to my house, Maya slept with my babies. The next day I could tell their smiles were brighter than ever. “I will never forget you.” I told them. “Never.”