Heather

I was 4 years old when John Lennon died; I spent the next 20+ years wishing I could go to NYC and pay my respects in Central Park. On my first trip, shortly after 9/11, I wasn’t able to get there – George Harrison had passed away the very day I arrived, so needless to say Strawberry Fields was full to the brim with mourners. But I went back, on Ringo’s birthday, the following summer, and I sat down at the “Imagine” mosaic with a group of strangers and we all sang “Here, There And Everywhere”. It remains one of my favourite memories. I’d go back in a heartbeat.

I wanted to do something just a tiny bit rebellious, something I could either show off or keep a secret – and I hate tattoos (besides, who knows if I’ll still be passionate about the same thing in 50 years?? And I’ll be sagging, too…) – so I chose to get my navel pierced. I’ve had it for ten years, and I have no plans to take it out! I like the fact that it surprises people who think I look so straight-arrow; it’s nothing major, but it reminds me of that free-spirited, do-what-you-want side of myself.

I think, if I gave myself the chance, I’d remember all I’ve forgotten and could probably get to be good at it again. Another creative outlet can’t be a bad thing!