I remember reading the story of Dorothy's slippers in the Wizard of Oz. They had reportedly sold at action for around half a million dollars.
Little size 5 shoes with red sequins...the color choice made because red shows up better on film.
The tale of the shoes spiked my imagination.
I viewed a pair of the slippers, although they were supposedly not a matched set.
So these shoes were reportedly worth half a million dollars.
I tried to see the magic.
Sadly, it was like taking a peek behind Oz's curtain.
Just shoes with sequins.
But it's no wonder I wasn't impressed. The movie didn't do a lot for me either.
It starts soon after a tornado hits a little house. It's hard for me to fall in love with a movie that sweeps a little girl away with a tornado, and drops her into a land with a mean witch.
When I was a little girl, one bad weather day, I heard a roaring noise while I was outside. I wasn't concerned. Okay, maybe I was a little. The next day I discovered that a community member's home had been hit by a tornado, and that a tornado has a roaring noise.
I hadn't taken cover or been scared. I'd just been curious about the noise.
No, I don't like stories about little girls and tornados.