What eight or nine year old child can’t wait for bed-time? I couldn’t. The eldest of eight children, my life was always crammed with activities and noise. Until I tucked my blanket around my skinny body at bed-time and closed my eyes.
Oh, and then, the stories I told myself! I was transported to international circuses, music festivals, dance competitions. Of course, in my flights of fantasy, I was always the main character, the heroine and breathtakingly beautiful, performing death defying feats on the trapeze, or singing or dancing before wildly acclaiming audiences.
My head was filled with nonsense.
I was far from beautiful. In fact I was quite plain and possessed of no particular talent, unless self-delusion can be considered a talent.
Still, it did me no harm…I don’t think.