The room that I spent most my childhood was a little girl’s dream. The walls were artistically covered in soft pink and rose colored paint strokes. It was whimsical. Pretty little white frames held sweet images of flowers and Precious Moments characters. When I was an obnoxious pre-teen that thought she knew every thing about this world, I had the faces of boy bands plastered over the little girl pink walls. But even at that age, I was careful only to collect and display the best posters.