If I could, I would go back to my 22nd year. I mean look at me. I’d discovered the wonders of makeup, colored contact lenses, hair dye and, oh glory,…weaves! Dang if I didn’t look good, in spite of all that! LOL.
I have often wondered this
and I figure I’m not the only
It was a year filled with ups and downs. My husband cheated and was kicked out, by his own mama, who changed the locks on her apartment door. (Yeah, we lived with his parents. I was 19 and he was 18…but that’s another story), I became a femme fatale…(translation: deadly female) and dater extraordinaire. In my estimation, there was safety in numbers. I was attending auditions for commercials, background singing spots and background dancing spots.
My hair and consequently "my look" changed constantly. In fact, I had a wig collection that would make Regine of the sitcom entitled “Living Single” salivate.
I recall snagging a spotlight in a video with Keith Sweat’s non-singing-behind. He was assisting with the launch of a new singing group. I can't remember their name but after so many repetitions the words of the chorus "All Night, All Night Long...Hit it!" stuck in my head.
Finally, we were thankfully up to the last and final take. (oxymoron?) I'm dancing happily away in my designated spot, grooving with my newfound Puerto Rican friend, when...she accidentally overbalances, thereby accidentally elbowing me out of the way and catching her balance, right dead center of my spotlight.
I gathered friends and family to see the side of my arm that had made it to video stardom. Alas, too trusting--yet again.
But all in all, despite all of the above…I remember 22 as a very good year.
If you could, or better still, if you were granted just one wish and it had to do with turning back the hands of time...What age would you go back to and why?