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By the time I entered the first grade, I’d gone soft. I was no longer the the towheaded renegade in patent leather mary janes. My world was becoming broader. I discovered the radio had a dial and found pop music was more my style. It was also though this discovery that I heard the voice of an angel.
Well, it wasn’t actually an angel. It was Olivia Newton John.
She was so beautiful and talented. I couldn’t get enough of her, and lucky for me, she was everywhere back then. She was on the radio, in movies and sometimes on TV. There was even a VHS tape with videos for all of the songs on this album. I rented that video (and/or Grease) as much as my parents would allow. I studied her carefully because she was everything I wanted to be when I grew up.
I didn’t grow up to be Olivia Newton John. Not even close. For one, I can’t carry a tune to save my life. I don’t have a cute Australian accent, nor have I ever hung out with John Travolta (although I really want to, we just won’t discuss the Scientology thing). The only thing we really have in common is our hair colour. That’s alright though. I have my own unique talents and qualities, and although I didn’t grow up to be a famous singer/actress like Ms. Newton John, when I look at the so-called role models little girls have today, I’m grateful I had such a lovely celebrity to look up to.