The year was 1991 and I was 10 years old. Like most unaware tweens, I didn't have a care in the world. I went to school, played outside until dark, was SUPER in love with New Kids on the Block (I think I've mentioned that a time or two), and most likely never thought about death because I'm pretty sure I would live FOR-EV-ER...Until one night my dad is watching some PBS special about THE ICEMAN MUMMY. Anyone remember this? Well, just in case you missed this PBS special in 1991, let me school you my friend. It was this 5,000 year old mummy they found on the border between Austria and Italy. He is Europe's oldest human mummy and if you want to see what freaked 10 year old Cristal out, refer to this link: ICEMAN MUMMY. Anyways, this "special" traumatized little me. I'm still not sure what specifically about seeing this mummy changed me from happy-go-lucky to EMO in a matter of minutes, but it did. I went through a week long phase where I would say to myself, "Whats the point? We're all going to die someday like that mummy..." So I just laid around and did nothing. Yes I know, that's pretty dark and morbid...and let's not forget DRAMATIC! For a week, death consumed my every thought! I would lay in bed and wonder how it was all going to go down one day...my own demise that is. Would I just be truckin' along like OZTI (that's what they named the iceman) and keel over dead...so 5,000 years later they could excavate my body and find the last thing I ate was an obscene amount of sugary sweets? (I was a chunk). They found grains and unleavened bread in Ozti - what a crappy last meal. I'm sure my dad did not think this would send his daughter into a week long journey into all things DEATH, but it did. This is also the same man that took his 6 year old daughter to see ROBOCOP....which also traumatized me, but that's another day.
So, after about a week of being consumed with the thought of death, I eventually was distracted by something else...most likely my first love...NKOTB or FOOD.