I was really that young.

I've been packing up the books in my room, but I stopped to browse through the diary I kept (sporadically) when I was 12 through 14. This one is worth repeating:

Feb. 26, 1964. Brother! I went downtown twice today to get a Beatles album. It was worth it! They're wonderful and I love all of them. This album is great. I hope they come to Conn. so I can see them. I think I'd either faint or try to kiss them. I mean it when I say I love them. I include them in my prayers & everything. I wish I could meet them! I know I'd do something rash like kissing them, but that's what love does to you. Am I Glad!

Along with my abiding love for the boys from Liverpool, I seemed to watch a lot of TV back then. There are breathless entries about The Tall Man. Surfside Six. Bonanza. Rawhide. 77 Sunset Strip. Dr. Kildare. (Huge crush on Richard Chamberlain. HUGE.) I guess there's always been a bit of the fangirl about me.

Back to packing.