If you grew up as a 90’s child, you may remember the American Girl Dolls. I had several of them growing up. My very first one was Samantha Parkington. I got her when I was 9 years, old she sat under the Christmas tree. I could hardly believe it. Her hair was perfectly in place and her dress matched her stockings and black patent shoes. She was beautiful and classy. Each American girl doll had a storybook you could read to learn more about her life and the time period in history where she grew up. As an avid reader, I devoured each book staying up past my bedtime under the tent of my sheets, going on adventures along side my courageous fictional friends. Fast-forward a few decades later and I have to say my American Girl Dolls are safety packed away. But I’ll never forget the lessons I’ve learned from their stories and the hope they gave me to try to make a difference in this world.