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Okay.  I was a Hanson fan.  A big one.  My husband will say "You are a Hanson fan."   That is not accurate.  I was one.

I might have been a super fan.  I had the posters, the cds, the videos, etc.  My room really looked like Teen Beat exploded on the walls.   I loved Taylor the most.

The other two..ehh...whatever, but Taylor. He was my dreamboat.   I was happy to realize as I am typing this post that I do not remember his middle name.   Although it seems like maybe his middle name was actually Taylor.  I am fighting the urge to google it.  I do remember that his birthday was something like March 14, 1983.  That may be off a few days, but again I am fighting the urge to google it.

There are a few examples of my Hanson infatuation that now make me realize I had really good parents.

How Hanson Has Helped Me Realize the Awesomeness of My Parents:

Instance #1:
Not only did my parents drive me to Tulsa to see a concert, they drove me around Tulsa because I was certain I could find Hanson's house. I had no address. I just felt like we could probably drive around and spot it.  My parents gave it an honest shot.  My dad especially must have been a real trooper to do that.

Instance #2:
My mother took me and my friend out of school in order for us to stand in the stand by line for the Oprah show when it was in town.  Hanson was the guest, of course.  We got there bright and early.  We waited.  We waited all day and night. My mother waited with us.   She listened as we broke out into tween meltdowns as our dream of seeing Hanson in person became less and less likely.  She listened as the 20 hangers-on set in a circle and sang Hanson songs as the sun went down (oh my god that is the most embarrassing sentence ever typed).  Neither Oprah or Hanson ever even popped their head out of a car door or anything to acknowledge the people who had waited all day.  That is why I still believe Oprah is a bitch.

Instance #3:
Same Oprah story...I found out years later that my dad had gotten his hand on a ticket to the show.   A ticket.  Just one.  He knew that me and my friend were in this together and that I wouldn't want to go without her.   So not wanting to put me in a situation to choose, or to think I had to turn something down, he didn't tell me.   As a parent I get that and respect it very much.

Ironically now that I think about it my friend looked a lot like a Hanson brother.  I am surprised that didn't get weird fast.