In truth, I wish I had been born stateside.
From the moment Sandy and Danny got it together at Rydale High, my love affair with all things American was sealed. As embarrassing as this is to admit, during my teen years, I wore baseball jackets and sneakers and em… briefly talked with an American twang. Yeah, told you it was embarrassing.
But where did those dreams of attending prom, signing yearbooks, shopping at the mall, heading to summer camp, and eventually varsity, come from?
I never actually made it to the States until 1989 when I was 16. My mum had a friend getting married in Houston, Texas, and we wound up there via Florida and New Orleans. I pored over the family I stayed with’s photo albums and their kids’ yearbooks. Oh, to have been a cheerleader! Attend the homecoming dance! Hire a limo for prom! I managed to get to go to high school in Houston for a day and it was nothing short of magical. I was even asked for my hall pass!! There were 2 lunch sittings, people roller skating by the lockers, cops patrolling, and everyone drove to school. A world away from my stiff grammar school, where we played hockey, wore itchy blazers and regulation uniforms, and studied Latin.
We flew home after 2 weeks, and I trudged back to my mundane un-American life. No more super cups and iced tea, no frozen yoghurt, no Reese’s Pieces. I was lost.
The only thing that quelled my sadness was watching endless American movies until the VHS tapes wore out.
To explain my unending crush on all things US of A, see the slideshow below. USA, I’ll be back!!
Photo credits: IMDB