Growing up my sisters and I were Annie-lovers. We'd put on "plays" of Annie for anyone who would watch. My sister would belt out "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow" to the bus line at school. We even tried out for the broadway play one time (not that I would have made it if the world depended on it, but hey, my sisters had a chance).
We loved Annie so much that one summer, while living up at Bear Lake, my Dad decided we should go ahead and put on our own play of Annie right there at the local church house.
That play was a wing-dinger (at least in my young mind). The local talent was awesome...all except for the poor girl (me) who was forced (literally) into playing Grace Farrell by her Dad. No one could hear those lines, but I guess it didn't scar me for life since I still love Annie.
So, when a friend mentioned the option of taking our girls to see it over the holidays I jumped on the chance. "It's a Hard Knock Life" is one of our favorites over here, especially if we blast it during Saturday jobs and I wanted my girls to see the real deal show.
So they got tickets as presents for Christmas.
Contrary to this picture, Claire was enamored most of the time and sang along to many of the songs...a little louder than I was comfortable with sitting with all those people around, but who can stop a kid from singing an Annie song?

We loved it. I have to admit I even got a little teary-eyed at the end when all the orphan girls got to change into their matching Annie dresses in all different colors at the end and they're all so happy. I'm such a baby.
There's nothing like sharing a little childhood nostalgia with your own kids.
Labels: growing up memories, mothering