Music means different things to different people. Most people know at least one song that triggers a powerful memory in their lives; I thought I’d share just a couple with you today.

When I was seven or eight-ish, I was in ballet and tap classes weekly. My ballet teacher gave us an assignment one week: to choose one of our favorite songs and choreograph a short routine to go along with it. We were inviting the parents to come into our studio two or three weeks later, to watch. If you know anything about me, you won’t be surprised to know that I totally procrastinated on that task. In fact, though I did pick the song, I didn’t even put together a routine; I decided to wing it on Parent Night. I went to the middle of the studio, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, and then set out onto the longest three minutes of my life to date. My arms flailed as I twirled, leapt, and sashayed around the room, pretending that the parents were in awe at my abilities instead of just in awe from the shock of my lack of preparations. It was my earliest memory of procrastination, a tradition that is still a huge part of my life. The song? Barry Manilow’s “Mandy”.

When I was almost thirteen, I was invited to a Halloween party at the home of a girl who was in my Sunday School class. I didn’t know her very well yet, because we had just met at the beginning of the school year, and I didn’t know more than a couple of people who would be at the party, so I was a little nervous about it. Her house was quite large, and I remember walking into a crowded family room where much of the crowd was hanging around the tv, watching a new-ish channel called MTV, or Music Television. I sat down on the couch and watched my first music video. It was fascinating to me, the way the band was playing up to the camera; I hadn’t seen anything like that before. I was hooked. The song? Rolling Stones’ “Start Me Up”.

When the older boy was a toddler, he LOVED to sing. Because I listened mostly to music that I enjoyed in the car, he built up quite the repertoire of popular songs, parts of which he could sing on command when he was in the mood. I loved those days. Here are a few lines from a few songs, the way he sang them. Click to see what he was singing:

“Hold my ham”
“It’s enough, for came and bag o’balls”
“I’m the cereal”

What songs totally take YOU back?

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