During the pubescent Salkin years, I used to think humans were Martian spawns. I don’t know where that idea came from. I guess the same place all weird ideas came from – the sky … and UFOs.
Sometime later during my teenage years, after I got my first typewriter, a thought hit me between the eyes.
You have an imagination and like to write about weird stuff, which makes up an imagination. I sure do like puns.
It was around the same time I realized I was a bit off center of what was expected of a girl my age. I enjoyed staying home in my room and tapping the keys more than hanging out with friends.
I’ve always been an obsessive key tapper, putting my fantastical thoughts on paper, some scary, some funny, some just weird.
The thoughts always followed me around – from morning to night then through my dreams.
The thoughts are as much a part of me as I am of them. We have always been a family of sorts as well as a one-woman creative team.
I don’t like to brag. But I was born with a movie studio in my head. At any given moment, my movie studio is working on a project.
When the studio is not in production, my thoughts like to rummage through the “note-to-self” box in the back of my brain and return to the idea about being related to Martians.
Imagine my delight when scientists recently discovered water on Mars.
“Aha,” my thoughts said, and then added another idea to the “note-to-self” box. “You might not be as weird as you thought.”
I don’t know about that …
“You used to enjoy watching ‘My Favorite Martian’ when you were a tot.”
Another coincidence that binds me to the red planet.
“Earth to Lauren. ‘My Favorite Martian,’ Mars, descendant of Martians. You probably got the idea from the TV show.”
But my Martian relatives and I never had an antenna sticking out of our heads. We must have been from a different town in Mars.
“You grew up in the suburbs –”
The suburbs on Mars. That’s why I’ve always loved the color red … like the red planet.
“You used to swim in lakes and pools on earth when you were a kid … like earth children do.”
But I’ve always liked Mars candy bars.
“Like Earth children do.”
So, what are you saying?
“Your antenna is inside your head and it doesn’t get Martian Wi-Fi.”
“Your antenna picks up the ideas that drift in the sky. That’s why you travel to so many places in your head. One of the places might as well be Mars. That’s what happens when imagination follows you around.”
Maybe this is a good time to visit the old neighborhood.