Lara Zielin

Turns out I’m not really great at throwing stuff away. And much of the stuff I’ve saved from my early years is at my parents’ house (which is where I’m at now). So last night my mom poured me a glass of wine, shut the door to the storage room, and didn’t let me out until I’d gone through all my old shizzle, determining what was trash and what was gold.

My people, it is ALL GOLD.

I give you Exhibit A. This is me, all soft and tender and butterball-like. Oh and yes, that’s a polariod.

Never fear. My adorable roundness did not last. I present to you, the Internet Jury, Exhibit B, which is my school picture from … um, fifth grade?

See the feathered hair? Note how the shirt is buttoned all the way up. It looks like I tried to pop the collar, maybe just a bit, but failed. And hellloooo braces. They look kinda spitty, actually. Om thnomp nomsh nomsh.

The sweet score of the century is this Goonies trading card. Um, hello? Goonies made its own trading card? Word freaking up.

I will probably be eBaying this later to pay off my Macy’s charge — I bet it’s worth at least a dollar. I wish it had Chunk on it or that Throw Momma From the Train lady, but whatever. It’s still awesome. Here is the back. I know it’s a bad picture. Whatevs.

Okay, and then?

And then and then and then?

I FOUND A LOVE NOTE! From a boy! Who loved me oh so, so much! I kinda had to crop it so you couldn’t see his name or any revealing details about him. Cuz he’s famous now so I didn’t want to embarrass him (hi, Joss!). Just kidding. It’s not Joss Whedon. You will know this when you realize this very smitten boy had grammar and spelling problems and can’t really write, like how Joss can. But this sweet boy? He made up for it with a little something called TOP GUN.

Oh, how my fourteen-year-old self must have swooned when I read this!

If you havn’t noticed yet I’ve got a major crush on you. Or however you say, or what ever you say when you’re seriously in love.

God, I know, right? Because what DO you say when you’re seriously in love? Well, you maybe don’t say anything. You let a song say it for you.

And when you hear that “Top Gun” song “take my breath away,” think of me will ya babes.

Oh, he called me babes! That must mean he thinks I’m hot — or at least capable of going to the kitchen and getting him a beer when we’re 21 and married and have babes jr. on the way.

Well, I thank you, dear boy, for being smitten enough with me to put your feelings on paper. And thank you, Berlin, for writing an awesome song that I will now have in my head the rest of the day.

Now on to eBay to offload my trading card ….

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