When I was a pre-teen and a young teen I so wanted to be Hayley Mills. I wanted her name - Hayley - so different and desirable, her British accent - so much better than a garden variety Lawng Island one, and her hair - so perfectly blonde and sun-kissed.
I tried to acquire every teen magazine that mentioned her and posted photos of her on my wall. She was the pink of perfection.
When she bobbed her hair for "The Truth About Spring", I wanted that same do.
But, moving past the do, check out that attitude. Hayley was confident, Hayley was cheeky, Hayley was bold. She sailed forth into the world and expected nothing less than happiness, love and adventure.
As "Pollyanna" she mended hearts and climbed trees.
As Sharon/Susan in "The Parent Trap" she outsmarted her elders and made sure everything turned out as planned.
In "In Search of the Castaways" she is all in for adventure.
In "The Moon-Spinners" (a personal favorite of favorites), love and adventure are at her command.
In "That Darn Cat" she teams with a feline and yet again foils the bad guys.
In "The Trouble With Angels" she's a rebel who eventually finds "the call" (but somehow, I don't think it sticks).
I loved her then because she is everything I wanted to be. I love her even more now because I realize that she was a true depiction of the adolescent girl, that brave, darling fearless girl who still lives inside the me of now. She's in there, sometimes struggling to get out, but still strong and full of sass.