In Year 9, I was a Kate Bush freak. I had actually had a serious girlcrush on Kate from age 13 until my early 20s, but when I was 15 I learnt the “Wuthering Heights” “going over green fields in a red dress” dance (don’t tell me you don’t know it) and I used to roll it out at parties (that, cough, may or may not have included alcohol). The dance involved much back contorting and leg kicks and may (or may not) have been responsible for a sprained groin at one point. My girlfriends loved it and it made me feel all ethereal and shit. Kate was girly and floaty and very very weird. Which was me on a plate in 1987.
I loved that song for years and years AND YEARS. My mum thought it was just a “phase” but as we all know, serving that up to a 15 year old girl with a “teenagers-are-soooooooo-tiresome-and-faddish” eye-roll, assured an extra couple of years of KB obsession. I was a serious book buff at the time and the Kate Bush-ness got whipped up with my obsession with Emily Bronte’s book (and a side serve of Laurence Olivier infatuation) and coughed up an awkwardly eccentric teen with a penchant for spraining groins, wearing long flowing red dresses and knocking on windows. Come to think of it, I probably didn’t look unlike Sadako from The Ring.
But ahem, where was I? Oh yes.
I watched the “Wuthering Heights” video last week and I must confess I squirmed a bit. I had been such a dramatic, theatrical child and when I think of that kid I don’t see myself at all anymore. Which is probably just as well, as my own kids would probably run and hide every time they saw me coming (come to think of it, they do anyway). It made me cringe and it also made me sad. I can never go back to that kid. I can never indulge my imagination as freely as I did when I was 16. I can claw pieces of it back if I wanted to, but I’m here now. I love me now, but I also get melancholy for the old me then.
But let’s face it, if I tried to do a splendid high-kick like Kate did in that video now, my boobs would probably ricochet off my face. And we can’t have that. I’m a parent now. Word.
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