RDP Monday: SNAZZY
When I was a little kid
I desperately wanted to fit in
I wanted to wear what the other girls wore
I wanted to play with the same kinds of toys that the kids with
I wanted to ride a bike with yellow streamers and rollerskate and have a shag haircut.
Oh. My. God.
I desperatley wanted to be snazzy.
I wanted to sparkle and shine like the neighborhood girls and the girls on tv.
But I never quite got it right.
When it came to crunch time
I got the wrong haircut, asked for the wrong toys, and the clothes I wore
never looked right on me and I never came close to looking like the girls I knew or saw
This is what I did manage-even though I was snazzless.
I made friends with the neighborlady whose father, I learned many years later,
had been an executioner.
I used to take tea with her and we watched Dark Shadows as soon as I got home from
school ( I was eight ).
I didn’t ride the bike with the streamers flowing from the handlebars
but 6 years after learning to ride bikes, I learned to ride dirt bikes ( thanks Darrin ) just
before I turned 13.
By the time I was in highschool I had the wrong hairstyle, wore the wrong clothes, I was
dateless until I graduated from highschool
I was not snazzy by a long shot.
On the other hand, I played lead guitar in rocks bands, I won more writing contests
then I lost I wore a
spiffy leather jacket and I was on the Honor Roll.
At the end of the day, I will be the first to say I wan’t a bit snazzy but I think I was
I made it close to being the