Old School

A few days ago, I picked up my most recent copy of Live Design. In his monthly editorial, David Johnson talks about the state of his life 20 year ago. In 1986, running a followspot at Cirque du Soleil never crossed my mind because the neighbourhood kids (including myself) put on their own circus of sorts in our back yard. We clothespinned a bunch of old blankets to span the largest expanse of clothesline we had, including a stick in the middle to hold it up. I think we charged a quarter for admission. I remember my sister (whose interest happened to be tumbling at that point) performing cartwheels and handsprings. I think one boy did some magic. Outside of that, I don’t recall too much else besides the tent being very hot. Twenty years ago fun was the modus operandi. Creativity ruled. Mrs. Polotsko taught me fourth grade reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic. I discovered MTV and the world of pop music. I spent hours daydreaming from my school desk, looking across the street to the woods that I loved to explore. Ask me then what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I’d probably say a musician, interior designer, or park ranger. Today, I am that young followspot operator climbing the ladder and strapping herself in for a gig tonight at La Nouba that David talks about. I wonder where I’ll be in twenty years…



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