Original Disney 2001 Monsters Inc. Babblin Baby Boo 12 Talking & Singing Doll

I can't believe this is the only original Boo doll that I can find here on Amazon! I expected many more due to her popularity in the past. There are some remakes posted for $290-$500, but they aren't the original version.I got Boo as a Christmas gift when I was three or four years old. To me, she was more than a doll; she became my best friend and the little sister I never had, but always dreamed of. I brought her to church, restaurants, vacations, and even hurricane evacuations. My parents and older sister bought in as well, since they saw this as an opportunity for me to learn about basic responsibility. I fixed her pigtails, tucked her into bed, and buckled her into a car seatbelt (during the rare occasions that I would actually let go of her). Every Christmas Eve for a few consecutive years, I bought her a little cupcake to celebrate her "birthday," which was the day she became mine. Since she was by my side for 90% of my childhood, I place a great deal of value on her. Now, in my twenties, I still smile when I look at her, for I remember the times I shared with my best friend.She lives on the second shelf of my closet now, but I was recently challenged for a class to find my favorite toy from childhood and reflect on the feelings it evoked to hold it once again. I was more than excited for an excuse to play with Boo. My first instinct was to give her a big hug. It's funny to me that I used to see her as my sister and best friend, but now I'm just struck by how adorable she is. I showed her to my mom; she couldn't help but smile, too. I felt like a little kid again, remembering my happiest, most stress-free days. We laughed at how silly I was and how seriously I took Boo's role in my life. While I looked after her closely, I loved every second of it. Perhaps this helped shape some of the "maternal" qualities I possess now.I hesitate to call Boo a toy because she was so much more than that to me. I find it difficult to articulate exactly what she meant, or even still means, to me--mostly because I cannot quantify the rush of emotion I feel each time I look at her or pick her up. She was my security blanket during distressing times; I kept Boo attached to my hip during my family's evacuation during Hurricane Katrina. She was also my sidekick; at every birthday or Christmas, I wanted her by my side to open gifts, etc. However, no gift ever eclipsed Boo.No matter how much money someone is willing to pay for Boo, I could never sell her. My future children will have her someday, and hopefully experience the same happiness that I did each day.