| I remember being a child watching the TV series Wonder Woman and being so in love with the idea of being someone of incredible strength and mystique. Wonder Woman was not only beautiful and strong she could see every con game and every flying bullet that came her way. Disregarded toilet paper rolls wrapped in foil were my bracelets, a bath towel was my cape, my jump rope was my golden lasso, and my kitchen table was the control panel for my invisible jet. All I wanted, as a little girl was to spin around one good time, nice and hard, and BE Wonder Woman. If I could be Wonder Woman, I could solve any problem, beat any foe, and overcome any obstacle. I heard the theme song whirling around in my head as I spun and spun until I trailed off my invisible axis into the nearby sofa, plummeting headfirst. There was no bright light and there were no transformations. I was still a feeble youngster, eccentric and nearly indiscernible to the world. |
