To Be Young (Is to be sad, is to be high)

I have an uncanny habit of attaching songs to a particular memory, event and place in my life. While listening to iTunes tonight, I set it to shuffle. Random songs play and take me back. A timeline of my life can be constructed by music.

Case and point...
Whitney Huston "I Wanna Dance With Somebody"- This was the song playing during my 4th grade talent show. I was up on stage lip singing, doing cartwheels in front of the entire school. Great times. I had on a yellow sweater. My hair was crimped and pulled in a side ponytail. I was nervous because a boy I liked was going to be there. The same boy who used a hoolahoop to catch me on the play ground.

Salt n Pepper "Push it"- This was the song that played non-stop those summer nights in GA. All the kids in the complex would gather on the lawn with a boom box blasting this song. We would do our dance, trying to show up one another until our parents yelled for us to come home. Where does that energy and confidence come from? Just wondering where it went....

Milli Villni "Blame It On The Rain"- This would be the song playing at the local YMCA dance on Friday nights. I was nine when I got busted sneaking out to go to it. Granted my brothers were supposed to be watching me and they helped me make arrangements to get there. I had to go, my first "boyfriend" Jacob was going to be there.

Def Leppard "Pour Some Sugar On Me" - This was the song that I listened to endlessly with my best friend. It will forever remind me her and the day her family moved back to Denver.

Michael Jackson "Man In The Mirror" - Has to be my all time favorite Jackson song. It was playing the day I fell down seven steps backwards. It's okay, I didn't break anything.

Songs remind me of People and places. I attach lyrics to them and hold on tight. They leave an imprint on my mind that will be there when I'm 83, senile. I wont be able to remember who I am but I'll hear the music.

You see how this is going. Some of the most innocent and bittersweet memories are wrapped up in nice package called music.

Till Next Time...
Michele