When I was a little girl, I remember laying on the bottom bunk in my bedroom and pushing my legs up against the top bunk as hard as I could to raise it up. While I strained my skinny little legs, I stared at a poster on my wall. It was one that had always been there for as long as I could remember. The poster was a picture of stuffed animals of various sorts sitting in a carboard box. The caption at the bottom read, “There’s Always Room For One More.” I thought about that saying a lot, lying on the bottom bunk, when I was young. I thought…