As the hard winds of New York City hit my face, I looked up in adornment at the giant gold letters reading, “American Girl Place” for the first time. I faced my father, his giant frame proceeding over my small nine-year-old one, looking into his eyes waiting for the signal that meant I could go in. He smiled at me, took my hand, and led me inside. A burst of excitement filled up inside of me as I walked in and saw the arrangement of dolls lined up inside a glass case. Learning from the helpful store worker that I could choose any doll I wanted, my eyes immediately fell on the American Girl Doll Molly. As researched by Julia Rubin, a writer and journalist for the website “Racked.com”, Pleasant Rowland, an elementary schoolteacher, TV news
