littlecauldron
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musicMusic rushes memories in and out of my chaotic mind.
I'm certain most people can relate. Happy, candy-like tunes bring back memories of the ice cream stand in Deputy, summer afternoons and dripping treats and sticky arms. “Our” song, when it unexpectedly reaches our ears, brings back lost loves, romantic moments, and forgotten evenings. Certain other songs bring back the recklessness and rebellion of high school or college. Others call to mind sparkly Christmas trees and long-gone relatives and shiny presents. Maybe it’s that worship song that brings you too tears...
On the way home last night, I said something silly that provoked Josh into singing a line of "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty.
Baby I'm free... free fallin'
It was a goofy moment but the five words had such an impact on me. It was if a sobering veil swiftly covered my face and I was sucked back over ten years in time...
In the trailer we lived in at the time, Kari and I shared a bedroom right down the short hall from the kitchen. If I mouse hiccuped in there we could hear it. One night I was awoken by a great bit of noise issuing down the hallway. Naturally, I got out of bed to see what all the commotion was. I crept along the tiled floor until I reached the kitchen where I found my parents. My dad had put in Tom Petty's tape and was singing "Free Fallin'" loudly and trying his best to get my mom to join him in a dance. My uncle says my dad despised dancing but after seeing him with my mom I'm sure it was all a front. Who wouldn't want to dance with my mom anyway? She's always been so cute. Anyway, I found it very entertaining watching him grab my mom, her laughing and blushing, and moving in a circular fashion. It's a mar to me of how much they adored one another. I watched for maybe a minute until I was caught spying on them from behind the wall and was herded back to bed...
This is such a uneventful, insignificant memory and yet it has somehow stuck with me over the years. It may not even be worth wasting internet space in a post about, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. So many times I have glimpses into the past such as these. I feel obligated to get them out somehow, to tell someone about them, to write about them... because I still regrettably hang on the deteriorating belief that if I successfully relate these memories to someone else or write them down then my dad is alive in someway.
I'm certain most people can relate. Happy, candy-like tunes bring back memories of the ice cream stand in Deputy, summer afternoons and dripping treats and sticky arms. “Our” song, when it unexpectedly reaches our ears, brings back lost loves, romantic moments, and forgotten evenings. Certain other songs bring back the recklessness and rebellion of high school or college. Others call to mind sparkly Christmas trees and long-gone relatives and shiny presents. Maybe it’s that worship song that brings you too tears...
On the way home last night, I said something silly that provoked Josh into singing a line of "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty.
Baby I'm free... free fallin'
It was a goofy moment but the five words had such an impact on me. It was if a sobering veil swiftly covered my face and I was sucked back over ten years in time...
In the trailer we lived in at the time, Kari and I shared a bedroom right down the short hall from the kitchen. If I mouse hiccuped in there we could hear it. One night I was awoken by a great bit of noise issuing down the hallway. Naturally, I got out of bed to see what all the commotion was. I crept along the tiled floor until I reached the kitchen where I found my parents. My dad had put in Tom Petty's tape and was singing "Free Fallin'" loudly and trying his best to get my mom to join him in a dance. My uncle says my dad despised dancing but after seeing him with my mom I'm sure it was all a front. Who wouldn't want to dance with my mom anyway? She's always been so cute. Anyway, I found it very entertaining watching him grab my mom, her laughing and blushing, and moving in a circular fashion. It's a mar to me of how much they adored one another. I watched for maybe a minute until I was caught spying on them from behind the wall and was herded back to bed...
This is such a uneventful, insignificant memory and yet it has somehow stuck with me over the years. It may not even be worth wasting internet space in a post about, but I feel compelled to write about it anyway. So many times I have glimpses into the past such as these. I feel obligated to get them out somehow, to tell someone about them, to write about them... because I still regrettably hang on the deteriorating belief that if I successfully relate these memories to someone else or write them down then my dad is alive in someway.
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