When I was younger, I traveled a lot. My father lived in a different state, and I would only be able to visit him for a couple of weeks in the summer. Instead of flying, my dad would drive down, pick me up, and we would drive the eight-ish hour drive. These were some of the best times of my life. We would have Slug-Bug Wars and eat McDonald's. It was great, but the best thing had to be the CDs my dad made for me.
Originally, I had a mixed tape. I couldn't tell you now every song that I had on it, but I do remember a Snow White version of the song "Who Let the Dogs Out?" I believe the title was "Who Let the Dwarfs Out?" but it got destroyed. Obviously, I was immensely upset, and my dad promised to make me a CD. I still have that CD, and another CD when we got some new favorite songs. Whenever my dad would pick me up, I would get in the front seat and put in my CD. We would sing along and my dad would do silly dance moves and voices. When I look back on my childhood, the thing that truly stands out is my road trips with my dad and our music. Whenever I hear a song that was on my CD, I think of our road trips. The best things about driving is the company and the music. And my dad instilled in me from a young age that the it's not about the destination. It's about the journey. And I strongly encourage you to make memories with the people you love through music. Leave a Reply. |
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