One of my favourite things is my Puffin paperback edition of Mary Rodgers “Freaky Friday”. The first few pages have fallen out, so I’m not sure what year it was published in, but the front and back cover have stills from the 1976 Disney film starring Jodie Foster and Barbara Harris, so it’s likely to be from around that time.
I discovered Freaky Friday when I was 10 in 1985 via this film courtesy of the ’80s home video explosion. It changed my life and I ensured that all my friends saw it too. Then one day I saw the book in Whitcoulls and demanded it be purchased for me.
I read it, reread it, obsessed over it. My favourite daydream was a Freaky Friday scenario of my own, but rather than switching places with my mother (boring!) I dreamed of switching places with people who were far more interesting and glamourous.
The opening (and closing) lines are permanently seared into my memory and tonight I recalled them:
“You are not going to be believe me, nobody in their right minds could possibly believe me, but it’s true, really it is. When I woke up this morning, I found I’d turned into my mother.”
Yeah, it’s kind of funny what happens when you get older.