Andy Walsh was the first time I saw myself in a character. At 9 years old, I pulled my mom’s polka-dotted turtleneck sweater up over my legs, and tied the arms tight around my tiny waist like a belt. Growing up, I often turned my mother’s clothing into weird fashion devices. I was also a natural redhead, always the only one in my class and had few ginger-haired role models. The ones I did have, like Pippi Longstocking and Anne of Green Gables, were characters who had a defining trait I