Today, I was looking around the house for memories of my childhood and I find my first doll. Not to say that I don't have any prejudice but I think that loving this doll explains why I always hated people saying bad things about African-Americans. I was always outraged when a member of my family would say some stupid comment about any culture or religion...Thank you mom for this great gift of love.
Later, my daughter invited the whole family to test out her own creation: a board game. What a great night filled with laughters, filled with memories.