The Guest Book

“Don’t worry, be happy.”

One crisp morning, I entered into Ms. Deloris Johnson’s 5th grade class in Vancouver, WA. The year was 1995 and to my surprise, music was playing. It was a song I would hear EVERY morning of her class, that year. As a 38 year old mom of 3, I use the song to get their headspace right on the way to school. Ms. Johnson taught us how to write our first typed-letter on a computer. The subject? The man himself. My 10 year old self scrambled to think of what to say. Because, after all… this was such a treat for me! I typed my letter. We sent our letters. Weeks later. Headshots and signed letters were returned. I was floored. I put my things in a hole in the wall in my room for safe keeping. Sisters, you know. They can be nosey. I moved and the letter and picture was lost. I write this here so I can remember this part of my past before my memory gets the best of me. I wish I still had those in my possession. But the memories were a lifetime for me. Thank you, sir.

Megan Markey
Fan for life. And future generations.