While other people were wishing to be reunited with long-lost family members, or have their talents nationally recognized, I pulled out my best stationery and explained how my life would be complete if I spent one day at Disney Land with Ricky Schroder. I have no idea why I chose Disney Land, except that, besides Hollywood, that is all I knew of California.I watched anxiously every week, daydreaming about all the fun Ricky and I would have riding roller coasters, and sharing cotton candy. I plotted to pack off-limits clothing in order to avoid wearing the culottes that were a mandatory part of my young Christian wardrobe. I felt certain that Ricky Schroder would not find culottes attractive, and was willing to risk having my picture taken in a pair of ungodly shorts.
Eventually, Fantasy went off the air, and so did Silver Spoons. But who knows? Maybe my letter fell behind a cabinet at the NBC studios, and someday it will be found. I bet it will be passed on to Rick (he dropped the Y) Schroder, and he will surprise me by calling and inviting me to Disney Land. People magazine will publish pictures of us together on the roller coaster, and at the same time the Ford modeling agency will decide that the “new look” is middle-aged women who are slightly overweight and undertall. Once I’m famous, I could go by a single name like Cher or Madonna. Now that I think about it, Gingeretta has a nice ring to it!Ginger Truitt is an author, speaker and mother of five. Find her on Facebook (Ginger Truitt Author) and Twitter (@GingerTruitt), or contact email@example.com.