I have been involved with David Cassidy --(did you notice I use his full name, never just David or Dave) since I woke up in love on January 9, 1971--I was 11 and in the sixth grade. I wrote about it in my diary then "today I realized I am in love with DC." He had been a topic in my conversations growing up andI even wrote about him for my French class.

When I was in the 8th grade, I brought home a report card that was not up to my parents liking: it had a D in Math. So, besides the punishment of NOT watching the PF that week (hamster episode) I had to take all my DC photos from my walls down. So, I moved them into my closet. (I was a very lucky kid--I had a walk in closet and used it as my reading room.) Photos of DC and PF were on the 4 walls of them never to be taken down---

But being an adult and moving on with your life meant moving on from DC until a few years ago when my mother died and I inherited my childhood home. The pictures in the closet, although now yellowed with age, still showed a handsome DC. This week I took them down. My old bedroom is one of the last rooms in the house to be redone and ready to sell.

As I took them down, I saved a few- but then asked myself-what am I going to do with old pictures of DC? I cant justify keeping them and tossing blurry photos of my family. I also have a scrapbook that I made of David with photos from my childhood room. I have photos which take up less space than the actual photo and in better condition.

Now, I will start working on meeting and interviewing DC soon.