Some more great questions from
knowsbleed!
Tell me something about yourself that people are normally surprised to hear about you.
I'm not too sure... It might be that I am child-free by choice. Meaning, I don't want to have children. That causes a lot of stir.
What gets you so excited that you can't help but burst out jumping around like a little child whenever it happens or whenever you think about it?
When that special someone first told me he loved me. I get breathless remembering it.
Tell me two extremes in your life... one extreme moment of sadness and of happiness.
Extreme sadness was, without a doubt the day my father died. I really can't tell you how I was feeling because I was so numb for a year after it happened, that I basically had to re-live it in order to start healing. It wasn't a clean death at all, and the experience I had with him before he died made things much, much worse than what they had to be.
Extreme happiness was the day I realized I wanted to be an Opera singer. I was on stage in 8th grade singing "Climb Every Mountain" in the Middle School Musical 'Sound of Music'. The song closes the first act and begins intermission, it's a powerful statement. All I remember is singing that with all the gusto I had, and when the curtain closed on me as I was singing the high note, I knew that's what I wanted to do. When the curtain closed, my peers literally tackled me, onstage. Then, I got letters from parent's telling them I made them cry [in the good way] and that I was a fool not to continue with it. I found my voice, so to speak, during that experience.
If you could go back in time and change one thing you regret doing to this day... what would it be and what would you do differently?
Another difficult question. Sheesh, knows... you're really dishing it out!
On the day my father died, I left him without hugging him. I had to leave him because of how he was acting. As my mother pulled into the driveway and I walked to the car, my Dad said "What, no hug?" I hesitated, and went to hug him, but he said "No, forget it.", so I just went into the car. A part of me wishes I could go back and just hug him, but another part of me knows that had I done that, things may not have ended how they did. It's a very complicated situation.