I have, for
literally my entire life, felt like I didn't belong in this time period. I alternate between a few periods I would have liked to live. I go through phases as to which decade it should have been. The first time I read
Gone With The Wind I was
hooked on history. I wanted to live in the 1800's and wear giant hoop skirts and ride around in buggies and go to parties
that included naps. This also launched my mild obsession with the overall US Historical Fiction genre. Don't get me started on the books. I could talk about books for ever.
THEN I SAW TITANIC. First of all.
there was enough room for two people Rose. ENOUGH ROOM FOR TWO. Anyways. Then I wanted to live in that time, it seemed
so glamorous. Even though Rose was being made to marry that awful man. Then, my obsession with Titanic led to the Roaring Twenties, which
obviously led to
Gatsby. I will be honest. I am
still obsessed with
Gatsby and I really don't see that being something I will ever grow out of... #alittlepartyneverkillednooobody #sorrynotsorry -- actually. now that I think about it, maybe I just wanted to be wooooed by Leo...
However, if you know me at all, you know those aren't the decades I
truly belong in. Let's be for real. I belong in that 1960's, flowers in your hair, bare feet running through the fields, era. Long flowy skirts, mermaid hair, and lots of girl power before it was an affront to men. It was
great because everything was groovy, man. (
plus no one rolled their eyes at you for saying 'groovy, man')
So, that's that. I belong in the sixties. I don't think that surprises anyone, really. What decade do you belong in? Check out all of the fun places I'm linking up today! AND COME BACK TOMORROW FOR
BASEBALL THINGS!!!!!
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