However, this video from 1987 shows that I am not alone and that I am hella sexy. I really feel like I need to own a copy of this movie. So, buy it for me.
Then there is also the very lovely, Gap-thoothed.com
Speaking of gappy. Here is a lovely online gallery of images created by Irina Werning, where she recreates images of people based on pictures taken of them as a child. I think that my favorite one in the series is, "Lulu & G in 1980 & 2010, Buenos Air " It is a lovely and insightful look on how children see themselves and how we in turn wish to be our younger selves again.. or something to affect. How did I do? Did I sound smart? I think that I sounded smart. (inner child typing)
When I was a little kid.. I owned a wicked sweet LP collection for a 4 year old. There was Herself The Elf.. I LOVED ME HERSELF THE ELF! I would knife a bitch if she had tried to take my Herself The Elf book, doll, playset, LP. Anything! I would have scratched her eyes out.
I owned the Sesame Street Gold Collection Double LP. and you bet your ass, that I would spin around in circles until I almost puked while listening to I Love Trash.
I owned the Special Edition Fox And The Hound Story LP One side, ALL OF THE MUSIC! The other side a telling of the story with voice acting from the movie. I was told I wasn't allowed to listen to the story side anymore after becoming so upset that I refused to let go of our dog because I was sure that he would someday be "forced to betray his best friend".. who was me.
However, my favorite thing in the whole world. More than all of them. ALL OF THEM! Was my Jungle Book LP.
I would steal my mom's hippy broom stick skirt, strip down to my Herself The Elf Underroos and place the skirt over my head.. so that it rested on my shoulders, and then pretend I was one of the Beatlesque Buzzards.
Then the skirt would come off.. and I would pretend that I was King Louie and I would pretty much shake my naked 4 year old butt off to.. this song.
... but you know.. the version that was sung by Louis Prima not a young man in his bedroom.
In other, sadder, child hood memories news. In two days it would have been Kurt Cobain's 44th birthday. Fans throughout the years have gone to Viretta Park near the site of his house where he commited suicide on April 5th. This year, along with leaving flowers, letters, candles and leaving memorial grafitti, they will be cleaning up the park and working with the city to see if they can turn it into a Strawberry Fieldsesque Memorial To Saint Kurt. I have to work. :(
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