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Today's topic is My First... Obsession
It was Jodie. Then Tina. Then Lorena. And Vanessa. They fascinated me, to the point of obsession. I loved how they looked, what they wore, the way they moved. I wanted to see them, speak to them, be their friend. I wanted to know every detail of their lives and their thoughts. I wanted to get into their heads.
I wanted to be in their posse.
Hell, I wanted to be THEM.
They were, of course, in the Young Talent Team, my sister and my favourite show throughout my childhood. We watched them every week, 6pm on a Sunday night. We went to their shows. Collected memorabilia. Bought their records. Practiced their songs. Each of the cast members had their own unique personalities, like real kids, only more. They were elevated to demi-gods via the magic of TV.
The Young Talent Team were my first real targets of hero worship. And their celebrity entranced and confused me. They were famous. They were on TV. Clearly they werent like other, normal people. Clearly they weren't like me. But they were also, apparently, human children. They went to school, just like I did. They had homework. They lived with their parents. They went through puberty, they had bad hair days (actually, bad hair seasons), they forgot their dance steps, and they mimed really, really badly.
I was obsessed with them. And, to this day, I still am, just a tad. I have kept all of my YTT memorabilia collected over the years. Sometimes I watch YTT clips on YouTube. I have read all the articles. I have watched all the documentaries. And I am still devastated about the death of Juanita Coco.
My recollections of YTT are certainly bound up in memories of my sister, who loved the show and the stars as passionately as me. The truth, though, is that it is just part of who I am. It represents my childhood. It feels warm and happy and safe.
"Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you.
Tomorrow I'll miss you.
Remember I'll always be true.
And then while I'm away,
I'll write home every day.
And I'll send all my loving, to YOU."
Next week's topic: My First... Kiss