When I was seven years old, I received one of the most unforgettable gifts of my childhood—my Megan doll from the Magic Attic Club. That Christmas morning was pure magic, not just for me, but for my three sisters too. Each of us unwrapped a doll from the Magic Attic series: Megan for me, Alice for one sister, Rose for another, and Heather for the youngest. It felt like we had been invited into a secret world, a club of our own, full of adventure, imagination, and friendship. These dolls weren’t just toys—they were characters with distinct personalities, and we immediately bonded with them. Megan became my constant companion. With her long auburn hair, green eyes, and quiet confidence, she felt like an extension of me. I played with her every single day. She had an incredible wardrobe—school clothes, dance outfits, holiday dresses—and accessories that fueled hours of creative play. She even had a camping set, complete with a pretend lantern, camping chairs, and a tent. Megan also had a green jeep and her own horse, which I named Star. But the real magic happened when my sisters and I brought all the dolls together. We each took on the role of our doll like it was second nature. Megan was curious and brave, always leading the way on new adventures. Alice was thoughtful and bookish, Rose was elegant and artistic, and Heather was energetic and sporty. Our bedroom floors transformed daily—into forest trails, horse stables, sleepover scenes, and faraway campsites. The dolls had conversations, planned trips, solved mysteries, and sometimes just shared quiet moments, the way best friends do. With four imaginations working together, we created an entire universe that lived only in our little corner of the house. Looking back, those play sessions with Megan and my sisters were about more than just fun. They were where I learned to tell stories, to cooperate, to dream big. Megan wasn’t just my favorite toy—she was part of a world we built together, one that still lives warmly in my memory.
Meet Megan
