Ever since I was little I loved The Wizard of Oz. I still do. I know every word, every song, all the trivia. And I always identified with the characters. Dorothy Gale was dropped out of the sky and her whole world was this completely different thing. Literally stepping out of black and white and into Technicolor. I’ve felt that way in so many instances in my life. High school, going into college. My many moves. Living with a husband. Having children. It’s all living in Technicolor.
Then there’s Glinda the Good Witch. She helps Dorothy to find that all she needed was herself to be home. Dorothy only needed to make the journey to finding this amazing young woman she was. Glinda is there as Dorothy’s emotional support witch. She is there to get her through.
And the Wicked Witch of the West. She’s bad. She’s horrible. She tries to kill Dorothy several times, as well as her friends. But the Wicked Witch was acting out because Dorothy’s house landed on her sister. Who wouldn’t be livid? And if you had fireballs, you’d throw them. And if you had a forest of trees to grab people, you’d use them. And if you could write across the sky, you’d do it. Man, would I use that. And if you had flying monkeys…
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