Megan Lohne Writes Plays Sometimes

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When I was roughly thirteen I had a hankering to be one of those teenage girls wearing a long skirt and milk maids cap. It seemed so exotic and interesting to me to be able to answer questions in character to the tourists passing by.

The place I wanted to do this at was Old Bethpage Restoration Village on Long Island. It was years later that I would discover that the place of my childhood field trips was small potatoes.

Today, however, I stared head cocked to the side at this guy who is making magic happen at a restoration village that one can only call “the big dance” i.e. Colonial Williamsburg and thought…..I’m really glad I never did that. I feel like it would have been a gateway drug to selling pickles at The Renaissance Faire.


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