- Holy shit, I was skinny
- Those are some short shorts
- I apparently began my love of solid v-neck shirts young
- OH those glasses...
- Perms were big on straight haired girls in the '70's
- I looked utterly carefree
She's the one I am working on finding again.
I wouldn't say I was ever wild, per se. Of course, the only real thing I had to be concerned about at 15 was school, and frankly, unlike the two who I gave birth to, I was a pretty relaxed student. THAT might explain why it took me until I was 51 to graduate college.
Somewhere along the line, I lost that girl.
She makes appearances now and then.
I dance in the hair salon to some eye rolling and giggling. Sometimes, I can get Colleen to join me. There is nothing stuffy about Backstage when dance music comes on. Hey, what's the point of the giant disco ball hanging from the ceiling if we don't dance?
I occasionally dance around the house and I can assure you, the eye rolling is FAR worse than at the salon, with the words, "Mom. Stop. Stop mom. JUST. STOP." Naturally, this makes me want to do it even more.
I sing in the car. I find myself singing in the shower. I will burst into a line or two at work. (As an aside, yesterday, "You Light Up My Life" came on and I went right back to my youth. I did, however, giggle that it was playing on the station we had on at the salon.)
Today, be your wild self. Who cares if someone rolls their eyes.
With an angel's face
She's a woman-child
In a state of grace