I have not come down to earth since I went to Memphis for Elvis Week. It was amazing to see how many people loved him. I have been to Graceland many times since I was young, but never during Elvis Week. The atmosphere was moving. It was as though I could feel his presence. I truly wish I had been born during his lifetime so that I could have experienced him, his music, and his legacy. My mother was a huge Elvis fan, and she has all kinds of Elvis stuff. Elvis songs were played all the time. Instead of putting Sesame Street on TV for me, my mother would pI have not come down to earth since I went to Memphis for Elvis Week. It was amazing to see how many people loved him. I have been to Graceland many times since I was young, but never during Elvis Week. The atmosphere was moving. It was as though I could feel his presence. I truly wish I had been born during his lifetime so that I could have experienced him, his music, and his legacy. My mother was a huge Elvis fan, and she has all kinds of Elvis stuff. Elvis songs were played all the time. Instead of putting Sesame Street on TV for me, my mother ut on an Elvis movie for me to watch while she cleaned, cooked, or just needed some quiet time. Almost all of his movies had children in them, so I was glued to the TV. As I got older, I put myself in the leading lady's role. It was me he was singing to, kissing, or marrying by the end of the movie.
I have read over a dozen books on the life of Elvis. I love looking at his pictures. Then I start to stare at his pictures. He was so handsome. Then I wonder why? Why was he chosen to have such a huge talent and be loved by millions? Why did he have to live a life secluded from everyone because everyone loved him so much? Why did he have to leave this world so soon? Why wasn't I born during his lifetime? Why couldn't I have stood before him and looked into his big blue eyes? I could write my own book - about my dreams of him, my fascination with him, and my fantasies of him. I wonder what we would have looked like together. I imagine what it would have been like in his arms. There's so much I wonder about Elvis. I guess not knowing all the answers makes it "the wonder of you".
