The All-American Girl
When I was little, I was a bit of a weird child. I didn’t like typical girly things, like Barbies or Polly Pockets. I didn’t really play with toys at all. I prefered to boss people into playing pretend with me, where I’d always be the teacher or the surgeon or the lead actress in a play I wrote. For Christmas and birthdays, I typically asked for the usual; clothes, a pony, toys I had seen on TV. But that year all I wanted was one thing: an American Girl doll. It seemed that over the course of the year, every girl in my class had gotten one except me. I felt like the odd one out; girls in my class would throw ‘American Girl doll parties’ where they’d play dolls and eat bite sized food, and I was never invited. To a little
When I was little, I was a bit of a weird child. I didn’t like typical girly things, like Barbies or Polly Pockets. I didn’t really play with toys at all. I prefered to boss people into playing pretend with me, where I’d always be the teacher or the surgeon or the lead actress in a play I wrote. For Christmas and birthdays, I typically asked for the usual; clothes, a pony, toys I had seen on TV. But that year all I wanted was one thing: an American Girl doll. It seemed that over the course of the year, every girl in my class had gotten one except me. I felt like the odd one out; girls in my class would throw ‘American Girl doll parties’ where they’d play dolls and eat bite sized food, and I was never invited. To a little