I don't remember the exact day it happened but once upon a time my bedroom growing up was this magical place filled with stuffed animals, Barbies, a swing, a Strawberry Shortcake bedspread and all sorts of things a little girl could dream of.
Then one day, I got one of those teen magazines - like Bop or Big Bopper with teenage pictures of Jonathan Brandis, Eddie Furlong, Kris Kross and a fury came over me. I tore down the ET posters, moved my stuffed animals into the corner and put pictures up around my room of my teen idol crushes.
I wasn't quite finished with playing with my Barbies - that lasted probably until the end of summer before junior high school but I knew something had changed. I was no longer a little girl and at that time I was very cognizant of this fact and determined to establish my independence and individuality upon the world.