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The Fabulous Adventures of Astera: Writer/Actress for Hire

Meet Astera (aka: me), a star in her own mind. Our plucky little heroine has embarked on not one but two difficult, low-paying career paths: writing and acting. Witness the menial jobs! The unreasonable demands! The quirky friends and family! And the glimmer of success just ahead! Through it all, Astera maintains her core beliefs: 1) She is destined to be fabulous 2) Everything is more fun with a cocktail.

Monday, August 22, 2005

The First Crush

Over the weekend, Mr. Pink and I went exploring, and we came upon a quaint store filled with antiquities, called the Summer Cottage. It smelled musty, like decaying papers, rather like my grandmother's old back room. It was full of old lace, Bakelite buttons, blue willow china and vintage bed jackets. And then I came upon the Little Golden Books.

I loved Little Golden Books as a child. Right there, on the top of the pile, was one of my favorites. Peter Pan! Now, here is a little-known fact about me. My first crush was not on some boy in my kindergarten class or even a TV idol. No, my first crush was on a fictional character in literature...Peter Pan. Yes, I am a total geek.

When I was about 6 years old, my parents took us down to Los Angeles to visit relatives and to see a stage production of Peter Pan. I was entranced. That night, I laid awake on the Aquaman sheets on my cousin's bunk bed and waited and hoped that Peter Pan would appear at my window to take me away to Never-Never Land. He didn't, of course. And it wasn't until I was much older that I learned that Peter Pan was played by a girl.

Still, falling in love with Peter Pan was a seminal experience for me. I found myself falling for the same Peter Pan type over and over throughout the years...boys who refused to grow up, and who, in general, preferred to hang out with their Lost Boys rather than develop any sort of meaningful adult relationship. You can see how this would bring me a lot of heartache over the years. But eventually, I found a man with a sense of childhood fun that welcomed me into his Never Never-Land. And although sometimes I tire of reminding Mr. Pink over and over to do simple household chores or take on simple adult responsibilities, like paying the bills on time, I love him because like Peter, he brings delight with him. And he always makes me laugh.

I bought the Little Golden Book. I want to read it to my little girl someday. I may caution her against falling for characters in works of literature, however. But sometimes, wanting to be Wendy Darling, swept away to a magical place by a fun-loving imp--well, it isn't the worst thing in the world.

3 Comments:

  • At 10:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Never ever counsel your daughter to suspend belief in Peter Pan for doing so can only lead to the harsh realities of adulthood which she will have a lifetime to realize and endure. Keep that twinkle in her bright eyes forever focused on that window.

     
  • At 10:52 AM, Blogger ChristineVB said…

    Astera -
    I've been keeping up with your blog as I am finding you to be one of the more intelligent & witty bloggers out in blogville (how many more times can I use a form of blog in one sentence????) and I found that your first crush entry was a trip down memory lane for me. I, too, had my first memorable crush on a fictional character, although mine was on the title character in Disney's adaptation of Robin Hood. Yes, that's right, I had a crush on an animated fox, of all things! Cross species marriage rights anyone?

     
  • At 10:25 PM, Blogger Astera said…

    Thanks for the compliment, Christinevb! I thought Robin Hood was pretty "foxy," too.

     

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