Mine: I miss the little days

Today I was reminded for some reason of Ireland. And Childhood. Maybe its the eve of my 20th birthday and I'm feeling like an old fart already. Maybe its all my orthopedic nonsense lying around after my surgery that's making me feel so old. Either way I am staring to look back on my littlest years with i guess a tinge of jealousy which makes no sense.... I am jealous for little me. I want to shrink and grow younger and be back in Ireland playing pretend and letting snails crawl up and down my arms. (yes. I did that HEY I had no friends a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do in remote Bog land ). I want to play the tin whistle for Mrs. Brown the Donkey. And make little forts for stuffed animals, and dig up the clay and make blobby sculptures that become presents for the faeries. And get dirty. really really dirty. And sleep on a rickety rope bed. And read. and feel pure extasy with the promise of a bar of chocolate.

Maybe memory makes these things out to be better than they were at the time, or maybe I couldn't yet appreciate what I had while I had it. Maybe I still can't appreciate what I have. Whatever this is, I was thinking about my little years.

Which led me to the movie the Secret of Roan Inish.
A big childhood favorite.
I remember seeing it for the first time at a velvet covered cinema in New York when I was about 8. When the credits came up, we walked out and walked right into a group of old women convinced I was the little girl in the movie. This was probably after a summer in Ireland, for I remember I had a fairly strong accent at that time. And long blond hair. I could see the resemblance I suppose. It has been my only tie to a "celebrity" lookalike, and I don't think the movie is famous enough to really call the actress in it a celebrity. Anyway, my only vain claim to fame.