I was five years old when my world was turned upside down. My brother was born.
We lived in a small wood frame house off of Old Perkins on Pliny. All I remember was the wood floors, and that my brother had a washing machine in his room. I was a Muppet freak back then (still am), and for Christmas soon after his birth I was gifted with a Miss Piggy hand puppet.
I thought she was divine in her pale lavender evening gown and her big blonde curls. I also adored her Karate chops.
As my brother grew older and more annoying, Miss Piggy would always have my back, attacking my brother with her Karate moves. Her hard nose was the bane of his childhood and I’m sure to this day he cringes in fear when he hears……
One day Miss Piggy disappeared from my life. She was no longer performing on The Muppet Show (it had been cancelled). She could no longer be found in my toy box. She wasn’t there to
attack reprimand my brother the day he hit me in the head with a golf club. I searched high and low for Miss Piggy, only to see her on the big screen a few years later, performing in an off-Broadway show.
When my dad retired as fire chief, we went as an extended family to Walt Disney World. My kids were little and we ended one evening in Disney’s Hollywood Studios at the Muppets 3D attraction. My right arm (where Miss Piggy used to sit) was itching to knock my brother in the back of his head while he wasn’t looking. Fortunately, I was able to keep myself in check.
I’ve missed that glamorous sow and can’t wait to see The Muppets (2011), which opens this Thanksgiving in the US.