Child of the ’80s.
I love music.
Love, love, love, music.
My kids will tell you otherwise, but that’s because I can’t stand it playing from a phone speaker first thing in the morning.
Ok, truth be told, I can’t stand much of anything in the morning.
We have satellite radio in our vehicles and I listen to all types of genres of music.
But recently I have spent a lot of time switching back and forth between the ’80s and ’90s music.
I was a child of the ’80s and a teen in the’ 90s.
Music.
Music was always a part of our home.
I grew up going through my dad’s giant record collection finding songs that I like.
I learned to love Fleetwood Mac, Melanie, Janis Joplin, Simon & Garfunkel….the list goes on.
And I can’t even begin to name the music that I was exposed to that had come from prior generations.
But I also liked the modern music of the day.
The ’80s and ’90s channels transport me back to moments in time from those days.
Last night, I was driving home after dropping my daughter off at soccer practice when “Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams came on the radio.
I was about 7 or 8 when the video for the song came out…way back when MTV played music videos.
We didn’t have cable way out where I lived (it was doubtful that we had standard electricity yet either).
When I would go stay with Jami, I wanted to try to see the music video for “Summer of ’69” and Madonna’s “Material Girl”.
Those songs transport me back to that moment of my youth.
Little snapshots of time.
It was there in that snapshot of time that Jami and I would find a piece of broken glass behind a stairwell.
We would cut our finger, and press them together, to be forever bonded as “blood sisters”.
However, during the process, we wondered why we felt it was necessary since we were already blood-related.
It was also in that snapshot of time where Jami owned a pair of roller skates.
I got a brand new pair of roller skates
You got a brand new key
I digress… but if you don’t know what I’m talking about:
If we took turns using the skates, we couldn’t enjoy the fun together.
So we came up with a brilliant idea.
We would each wear 1 skate.
We became experts at gliding along on 1 skate…. turning, twirling, balancing on one foot.
And we choreographed intricate routines in this 1 skate style, sometimes even including our batons.
We raced each other through the parking lot.
Thinking that we were unstoppable forces.
We envisioned that everyone would think our routines were works of art and come clamoring to seek our genius.
A snapshot in time when life was simple and laughter was never-ending.
Music has a way of transporting us through time. Little points along the continuum.
What about you? Do you have a song that takes you to a snapshot in time?
Let your light shine!
Amy
