This photo of me from 8th grade ('79) reminds me of a few things I wanted.
I wanted to be Rizzo - blame Grease.
I wanted every Star Wars item on the market - blame George Lucas.
I wanted Kristy McNichol to be my best friend - blame Family.
I wanted Lance Kerwin to be my first boyfriend - blame James at 16.
I wanted to be a private investigator - blame the Hardy Boys.
I wanted to be a private investigator - blame Nancy Drew.
I wanted to be a private investigator - blame Charlie's Angels.
I wanted to be a great beam artist - blame Nadia Comaneci.
I wanted to go to Studio 54 and disco dance - blame Saturday Night Fever.
I wanted disco to never die - blame Donna Summer & the Bee Gees.
I wanted really big hair - blame Lief Garrett.
I wanted to be roller skate professionally - blame Roller Boogie.
I wanted famous people to stop by and chat - blame Dinah, Merv & Mike.
I wanted a theme song to play when I entered every room - blame Liza.
And I wanted to write and make people chuck'le - blame Erma Bombeck.