On Friday Erick and I went to see Mary Poppins at the Capitol Theater in SLC. I felt like a kid again! I left the theater feeling elated that people still exist that do my version of "real entertainment" (not this Lady Gaga or Brittany Spears kinda crap), the I-can-sing-dance-run-in-place-and-not-be-out-of-breath kind of entertainment, the stuff that the media industry was built off of. It really makes me think, though, where did I realize this so-called "reality" and why did I stop going for my childhood dreams? I know I could have been just as good as those people on the stage, but what caused my life to end up the way it did? I'm not complaining that I have a bad life, because I love it, but still it is very very intriguing.
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I may not have wanted to be a singer as a kid, but I certainly do love plays and musical. I do think they can be up lifting and wonderful. Thank you for sharing this and reminding me of that feeling.
Let me just say I am one of those people who loves to sing and on occasion bursts into song for no real reason at all and it is far to easy to find ourselves caught up in "reality" and forget to just enjoy life, so thanks for being one to remember.
(I am in your English 423 class, just so you know.)
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