I'd return to my childhood dream and take up my mother's offer of a free ride through theatre school! If I'd only had the nerve to do that when I was 18, I'd have been one of those "didn't I see her in..." faces on the street. I loved performing -- loved it so much that rehearsal was every bit as much fun as the curtain call on opening night.
But, no, I got religion -- absolutely the wrong religion -- instead. <assorted swear words> "Separate from the world," my sainted aunt! If that's not a "satanic verse," I don't know what is!
Well, I can still carry out a related dream -- I'm putting a book of poetry together. Hope to have the first draft finished by the time I'm fifty.
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