W – Wild

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 Wild Thing

By The Troggs

“Wild thing, you make my heart sing ,You make everything groovy wild thing, Wild thing, I think I love you But I wanna know for sure Come on and hold me tight I love you

Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, I think you move me But I wanna know for sure Come on and hold me tight You move me

Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing Wild thing, you make my heart sing You make everything groovy, wild thing”

Wild dance

Until the day my best friend, Karen, from high school died of cancer, she said, “Every time I hear the song Wild Thing I think of you.”

Those of you who know me now, would say, “Ok, she IS a little Whacky… but WILD?????”

Even in my high school days it would have been difficult to find someone more shy and quiet than me.  I’m the one who sat quietly in the front row with my hands folded properly on my desk.  I hid in front so the teacher overlooked me… so how did I end up WILD?  Easy, I LOVE TO DANCE… always has and always will! Since I took a modern dance class we performed in front of the school.  Realize in those days when we went to school, the girls were required to wear skirts down to the middle of our knees.  But in this dance performance, I was a Go-Go girl doing the “Jerk” in a mini-skirt.  My teachers were so shocked by my dancing movements… as I was busy ‘shaking it up’ that all my teachers nearly fell out of their chairs.  They could NOT believe what they saw as I definitely was out of my shell up there on the stage in front of the entire school.  Does THIS give you a hint?

Now, three of my high school buddies loved to dance too.  The problem was that you had to be 18 to go to the dance clubs and we were almost 17.  A friend figured out how to doctor the driver’s permits of ‘those’ days to make us appear to be 18, so off to the Hullabaloo Club on Hollywood Blvd. and Gower we went.  Amazingly the guy at the box office rarely looked twice at us.  Funny he never questioned that NONE of us had a driver’s license… supposedly.  We all had drivers’ licenses with our correct age on them, but they stayed hidden in our purses at the club. How did we all drive to Hollywood with only a permit, as it is an hour’s drive from the beach?  I won’t tell if you won’t.

But once inside, the music blared.  Instantaneously, the “wild thing” in each of us popped out, especially since that was the song of the time.  Modern dance at school gave me the opportunity to climb out of my shell, so I flapped my wings and took off to BOOGIE!  There was a group of Navy guys that invariably just “happened” to be at the club when we went.  I out danced all of them… thus my name “wild thing.” I didn’t sit down to rest the entire evening as I was busy doing the Jerk, The Twist, the Fly, the Monkey, the Swim, the Mashed Potato, and the Funky Chicken.  When the club played “Wild Thing” the guys in our group would sing it to me.

Years later I found a big stuffed gorilla that sings to me “Wild Thing.”.  My granddaughters and I dance to it now.

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About Gwynn Rogers

After 20 years of sales and marketing experience in the fields of real estate, high tech, and corporate travel, Gwynn has moved on to the career of “Grandma.” When not teaching her granddaughters an extensive vocabulary of “alley-oop-boop, ups-a-daisy, cowabunga or bummer”, Gwynn can be found hunting for mentors for the Kitsap Youth Mentoring Consortium, or chasing her fantasies on her treadmill. Gwynn currently freelances for magazines.
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25 Responses to W – Wild

  1. Sandy says:

    LOL, cute story. First thing that popped into my head reading wild thing I think I love you, was Charlie Sheen in the baseball movie …can’t think of the name of the movie at the moment. He was the pitcher and threw like a wild thing.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Hmmm, I didn’t see the Charlie Sheen movie. It sounds fun. I love to dance so I’m always looking for new steps to learn.

      Oh, I just looked at your blog. Google Coffee Oasis since you are interested in homelessness. Coffee Oasis helps homeless kids. They give them food, warm clothes, they have a shelter, they train kids for jobs, and have a Case Manager. It is a fabulous outfit that I volunteer for. Thank you for stopping by to comment!

  2. pat garcia says:

    Hi,
    There are certain songs that I hear today that immediately take me back to when I was a teenager. One song in particular hits me every time and I see myself in my mom’s bedroom dancing with one of her bedposts.
    Thanks for sharing your lovely memory. It awoke some of my own in me.
    Shalom,
    Patricia

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      I love music and dancing so it is not hard to throw me back to my teenage years. Actually sometimes I forget I’m NOT a teenager…OOPS! The memories are fun and I love sharing my memories with the girls. They think I’m funny!

      I’m glad you remembered some of your teenage antics too. I love the memories. I wish I was “today’s person”… then.

  3. I love the image of dancing to Wild Things with grandchildren all those years later.

    Good luck with the A to Z Challenge!
    A to Z Co-Host S. L. Hennessy
    http://pensuasion.blogspot.com/

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      My granddaughters are five and eight. It took the five year old a long time before she wanted to be near the big hairy gorilla to dance, but now the girls have to take turns and I dance along with them. Now hopefully, my neighbors don’t fall over laughing at us.

      I had difficulty subscribing so I was unable to post on your blog, but I enjoyed it. Lonesome Dove and Tombstone used to be my favorite Westerns long ago. Now, my husband is a Western fan so if a Western is being shown… it’ll be on our TV with my husband glued to the set.

  4. Susan Scott says:

    O WOW Gwynn! More WOW and WOW!!! I know why I’ve always liked you, it’s the wild thing in you. Thank you for sharing this lovely story – I was laughing at all your descriptions of school antics and your teachers! Also, heading towards the wild west, totally under false pretences!

    I am now on a search for a stuffed gorilla that belts out wild things …

    Thanks for the great post your Majesty!
    YHS

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      By the way, my mother NEVER knew that we had false IDs to go dancing. I would have been in BIG trouble then!! Remember that I came from an exceptionally conservative home… the “wild thing” in me had to have some release some where. This is why I LOVE watching and listening to The Kiff! You really DO need to have them perform in Seattle so I can go watch. Of course, if I shook it up now, I’d probably scare all the kids!

      I do get a kick out of you, my dear Susan. You must have a “wild thing” embedded in you TOO!!

      Hugs!
      Gwynn

  5. Well, you do seem to make everything groovy! What a fun post. I, too, am really quiet until I hit the dance floor, then something entirely different comes out of me.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Ah-ha!! This is why we hit it off… you too have a ‘wild thing’ embedded! 🙂 When there is music I have difficulty sitting still. However, these days my dancing is here in the kitchen with myself or my granddaughters. Oh yes… I do dance with the gorilla as it sings to me… but don’t tell anyone! 😉

  6. Jerralea says:

    What a great memory!

    I remember dancing at home to the American Bandstand. It was so much fun.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Thanks for stopping by Jerralea. What a pretty name. I too danced at home to American Bandstand. I LOVED it!

      I just stopped by your blog. The meal looks interesting. I get tired of figuring out what non-fat meal to cook all of the time. I need to see if I can find a great ground turkey and spinach lasagna. Have any ideas? We are nearly done with the Challenge.

  7. Stephen Tremp says:

    Life is short and every day is a gift. Dance and do the Wild Thing!

    Stephen Tremp
    A to Z Co-host
    W is for Window and White Noise

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Stephen, you are sooooooooooo right. Life goes by in the blink of an eye. It is critical to do things that make you happy. However, now-a-days, I have to turn on Slacker Radio and dance here in the kitchen. I have floor to ceiling windows all around. I hope the neighbors don’t laugh too hard! 😉

  8. suzanne says:

    Great song and reminisce 🙂 As a childcare professional I love the book Where the Wild Things Are, but didn’t enjoy the film that much x

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      My brother had given my kids WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE many years ago. I still have the book for my grandkids to read. It is a fun book.

      My grandkids do a great job at being ‘wild things’ too. I’m a great instructor! The girls love dance and we’ll head to their dress rehearsal in the middle of May. It will be fun to see the girls do their WILD THING on the stage.

      Thanks Suzanne for commenting.

  9. This brightened my day immensely, Gwyn. The idea of Shy You going wild on the dance floor, bopping it up till they shut the place down–fantastic. Wild Thing is a longtime fave of mine, and now I’ll have another reason to treasure it.

    And thanks also for making me think of Where the Wild Things Are. My daughter and I loved that book. Sendak was brilliant.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      To top things off Kern, I’m 5’10” tall, so when I do the ‘wild thing’ everyone knows it! My love of dance is why I also took those Ballroom Dancing Lessons for a couple of years… the lesson that sent me crashing into the hardwood floor. I still love to dance.

      As I told Suzanne, my brother gave my children the book WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE years ago. Now my granddaughters read it when they visit. It is a great book.

      I do enjoy your mind-bending blog… great info! Thanks!

  10. Ah, we all have a little bit of wild in us, even if just a tad and in a good wild way kind of thing. Love your story, Gwynn. I actually sat back for a moment, closed my eyes, and tried to imagine you doing this. You know what? I got a pretty good image in my mind’s eye. 🙂 Love, love that song. Thank you for sharing this.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Silvia, do you happen to know… is the Hullabaloo Club still there? Do people still go into Hollywood to go dancing? You see, I WAS wild to even risk using a false Driver’s Permit. Maybe this is why they changed the permit process and put pictures on them now. You can blame me and my friends! 😉

      Today, in the pool, one of my friends told me that she had read my Wild Thing, and she was still laughing. 😉 Being the wild thing must be why I enjoy my walks through town so much! When you tour the country presenting your book, make sure you come up to Poulsbo! 😉 I’ll teach Zoe to do the ‘wild thing.’ Thanks Silvia!

  11. “Wahld Thang” — I always liked that song. You sound like me, Gwynn, except that in high school I was always seated in the back of the class since my last name started with S and we were usually arranged in alphabetical order.

    But, I love to dance and dance class and dancing onstage brought me out. And I out-danced everybody at parties.

    Patricia danced with the bedpost, I, in high school, jitterbugged with the door frame while watching Bandstand.

    Good one. Thanks for the memories, to coin a phrase.

    • Gwynn Rogers says:

      Sometimes they put us in alphabetical order, but even then my last name started with “E” so whether I planned to sit in the front or not, I usually was.
      At home I danced in front of the living room windows as I turned the stereo up full blast. I’m sure the neighbors for blocks could hear me!

      It seems we all love music and have our “wild” sides… Ah-ha! THAT is why we get along so well!!! We could all become Wild Things instead of Roos! 😉

  12. The look on the teacher’s faces must have been priceless.

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