When I was a little girl, my parents would send me to my room on Sunday afternoons to nap, just so they could get a few moments of peace and quiet from my motor mouth. At the time, I thought it was the most horrible thing in the world a parent could ever do to a child. I wasn’t forced to sleep during those afternoons, but I was told to close my eyes, just for a little while. During those meditating moments I would imagine that my blanket was the most beautiful ball gown in the world and I could do or be anything I wanted. I imagined how life would be when I grew up and the places I would see. This is when I started my list, which has grown and evolved over the years.
Here are a few of the things on my list. Not all these things have been accomplished, but for the ones that have been, they’ll link to the story once it’s written.
Perform a Solo on Stage
Become a Singer in a Rock Band
Ride a Roller Coaster
Marry One of the Duke Boys or John from CHIPS
Star in a Commercial
Create an Oil Painting
Be a Newspaper Reporter
Write a Book (wrote two, now I need that best-seller)
Start a Charity
Stay Overnight on a Mountain
Learn to Ski
Play in the Snow
Attend Lots of School Dances
Be A Cheerleader
Become a Nobel Winner
Become a Firefighter Like My Dad
Get Married
Have a Kid or Two
Visit Where My Nanny Grew Up in the UK
Attend a Function at the Royal Opera House and See Covent Gardens
Become a Best Selling Novelist
Be in A Movie
Be On A Talk Show
Go To Oprah’s Favorite Things
Get A Red Convertible
Visit Ireland
See the Northern Lights
Go to France
Visit Sicily and Find My Grandfather’s Town
Have My Own TV Show
Be in A Mardi Gras Parade
Buy A Cabin in the Smokies
Go to Scotland
Go to Walt Disney World
Compose a Song
Get a Key to My City (got that when I was 17)
And many more to be added….
Stalk Me!