Childhood Things

I never dreamed to be a ballerina, or a princess. I don't remember those normal girly pubescent milestones, except my first kiss. But not even my first lip to lip contact, just the French one. I might have wanted a pony for all of a few months, but I wanted a monkey for a lot of years. Then someone told me they scream, throw their feces, and can live for 20-40 years. They didn't seem such endearing companions after that enlightening conversation.

My dream wedding was never planned, but I would pair my name with the last names of my crushes. I never dreamed of a princess dress and Cinderella's horse drawn carriage. Pictures of 4 tiered cakes, and 15 attendants and the perfect color scheme were not in my mind's eye. I didn't even know the 4 C's of diamonds until Rob and I started to discuss engagement details. All I remember really wanting was to BE married to someone who loved me enough to give me a diamond and that I wanted to wear a pretty dress. That's it.

I did have a couple kid's names written down and stashed into my sentimental drawer (now my sentimentals are in a cardboard box in the corner of my closet, completely enveloped in shoes I mostly never wear.) I don't remember the winning names except that I thought Amethyst would make a cool middle name for a girl. This hippie-like notion was abandoned long ago.

I do remember being fascinated with Star Wagons, grip trucks...craft service. As a kid and teenager, if I saw a cluster of Star Wagons along the road I would get giddy and keep an eye on them until they were no longer in view. So I guess it's a good thing I ended up married and in production and not in a permanent land of princesses in wedding gowns, grooming their ponies, although in the crazy world of advertising, I might be on set someday with a similar sect of characters. Maybe we can throw them into the next Rozerem campaign.