I was eight years old when the teacher had all us kids line up in a row. Mrs. Stewart walked back and forth studying each face until she stopped in front of me, came close and said in an overly cheerful voice, “You will play Repunzel. “You are so pretty and have such lovely long blond hair. Of course you are the perfect Repunzel!” I didn’t feel pretty at all. Acting in front of all those people seemed terrifying. This was the last thing I remembered about the school play. I had no idea how many weeks had passed when my mother came in to my room so excited. “Wake up Lisa! Today is the opening of Repunzel!” I was scared and confused, thinking to myself, “No one gave me my lines, there were no rehearsals. I can’t do this play!” Well, my two guardian angels must have been looking out for me, because I had a horrible case of measles. I was relieved to be sick. What would I have done on that stage with no memory of playing Repunzel?