Yes, I'm twenty-one. Yes, I don't really play with toys anymore. Yes, I'm crazy. Are you surprised??? I have like the most amazing story ever to tell. It involves that doll selfie you see up above. You see I really like selfies... that's actually not the point of this post, HAHA. Anyways, for as along as I can remember I always wanted an American Girl doll. We'd get all the catalogs, and I'd devour every single picture until the next catalog came in. I wanted one of the dolls so bad. Felicity and Josefina were my favorites, but I also liked the doll of the current girl of the year (I can't remember which one she was anymore) . I finally decided I wanted an American Girl doll so badly I'd save for one and buy her. I was nine years old when my dad took the money to the bank. I was so excited! I finally had enough money, I was finally going to get the doll of my dreams. But that very day my aunt called to tell my mom something she had j...