For a while, I thought that Shirley Temple was a little girl like I was. I had no idea that she was an old lady and married with the name "Shirley Temple-Black". I remember the moment when I realized that she was not my age. It was traumatic. My mom took me to the library one day and I had a stack of books about Shirley Temple. I was, I don't know, around 4 years old maybe? I was definitely under 5 because my parents were still married. Anyway, I told the librarian that I was going to write Shirley Temple a letter and invite her to come over to play with me. The librarian said "Oh, but she's an old lady now!" I started crying and my mom says she glared at her and said "Thanks a lot! Why did you feel the need to tell her that?" Telling me this was like someone telling a child that Santa isn't real. I remember that moment so vividly. I hated Shirley Temple's married name and I was so sad that she wasn't a little girl. I guess at 4 or 5 years old, the whole black and white movie thing doesn't tip you off right away.....or not for a little Brittany.
I have a Shirley Temple doll collection, by the way. I am slowly giving them to Lindsey.
Have a great Friday!
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