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To: Crocodile who wrote (66323)	12/21/2004 12:20:58 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

I somewhat envied but could never seem to "be". Oh gosh, no, I never even came close to Lydia. I was more of Alcott's Jo but without great athletic ability, when I wanted to be Amy of the dimples, retroussé nose, and golden ringlets. I blush to admit I tried sleeping on buttons to make dimples. I had my own idol- I can still remember her name, too, isn't that funny? Ricki Gendren. She had a whole closet full of fancy costumes and took dance and voice, and once I went to see her perform and my gosh, we were all of seven, and I can still see the stage vividly. I was beyond green. I was in complete total despair because I knew I could never have ringlets (though hers were dark) and I would never sit in a windowsill singing "Tammy's in Love". I could only weep in longing and sing it sadly (and no doubt badly) to myself at home in my room. I believe it was some sort of existential moment- Some epiphany when I realized that I was never going to measure up to the Ricki Gendrens of the world. My hair was straight, my tapdancing was so bad as to be dangerous to those around me, and my teeth wouldn't be fixed til I was 13-- too late. No wonder I was so good at the piano; it was all I could do. That and read. And write. I did a lot of writing -- stories with me as dimpled, golden ringleted singing heroine, of course.

To: Crocodile who wrote (66323)	12/21/2004 12:24:47 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

On the other hand, there was a girl in my kindergarten class named Donalda Phluff. SHe had sparse reddish hair and she used to (oh, I can hardly type this) pick her nose and wipe her fingers on her milk carton. Even kindergartners recognize the truly vulnerable among them and ostracise. Donalda was despised. It makes me feel terrible to remember it. But really, the milk carton thing was just so over the top as to discourage even a small, budding Mother Teresa from reaching out to her.