Not An Angel?

As Christmas approaches, I often reminisce about past Christmases and the fun I had in the Wisconsin winter snow growing up. Last night as I lay in bed, another past thought floated into my head. Angels. Christmas Angels. 6th Grade Christmas Program Angels. It wasn't shortly thereafter that the outrage started to mount.

In my hometown, every year there is a grade school 

Christmas program. It encompasses kindergarten through sixth grade. Almost the whole town goes. All five hundred of them. Let's just say, that it's every girl's dream (in my opinion) to be picked as a Christmas Angel in sixth grade. It's what sixth grade Christmas is all about. I dreamed all year about getting called into Mrs. Register's room and being asked to be one of nine angels. I knew that I would be called in, but when was the question. I was a singing fool. I knew I was going to be a country singing sensation one day, so this would be an added feather to my hat. It wasn't long before my friend Tracie was asked, then Dawn, then Missy, then others. I knew deep down how bad Mrs. Register knew I wanted to be an angel. Thus, I KNEW she was saving to ask me last. How thoughtful of her! The next week the devastating news was delivered to me. I had not been picked as an angel. How could this happen? Was this a 1992 version of Punk'd? I cried and cried and cried for days, if not weeks over not getting picked. 

Still, to this day I don't understand why I didn't get picked. I do know that that experience is part of what has made me a stronger person. However, if this blog ever makes it to Mrs. Register, I do want to know. Why didn't you pick me??? After all, I am the one still in the music industry.