Did I mention I can sing? And that I sing all the time and at the top of my lungs?
You'd think that would turn my music teacher off, but she seemed to appreciate me. Of course, she was pretty kooky herself. She was a child of the 60s and had Fawcett hair and a Mary Tyler Moore wardrobe.
She ran concerts for every grade level. In first grade, we had some kind of square dance thing. And I had a solo.
I don't remember the song, but I felt pretty important standing up there singing and I wasn't embarrassed, or nervous. When one is already loud, boisterous, and constantly excited, one gets used to being watched.
Though, this time, the stares and glances were not ones of shock, discomfiture, or fright.
I was a good singer. It was my talent and no one was going to tell me how to do it, or what to sing.
So, if you're keeping score...I can sing and I read more than just Dr. Suess. I am paving the way to feeling united with Little Orphan Annie and Anne of Green Gables.
Do you find it odd that both are orphaned, named Anne, and are red-headed?