I remember telling Mom that I could be an Angel because they were cute and got all the cool gigs. I even had an explanation for how I would be able to shoot. "Don't worry, Mom, the Angels only get shot in the arm and are fine after that."
What the heck did I know? Kelly was always my favorite because she was most like me (minus the 2 piece hot bod).
When I hit 6th grade, I thought that I had found the High School that I just had to get into.What? A High School for the artistic? PERFECT!!
Later I had lofty ideas of being a teacher. I'm not sure I would have the energy, or the patience for that anymore (how did I get so jaded?).