We were driving home today when a song came on the radio and in a knee-jerk reaction I busted out singing along, even though I had no freaking idea how I knew the words. Ever since the stroke (wrote about it here and here if you missed), when I know I should remember something but can’t, my brain does this thing where it combs my mind trying to find the memory. I wish I had better words to describe it. It’s like I watch my brain scan through files up there while the other part of me sits, quietly waiting to see if it will be able to find what it’s looking for. Sounds weird, but it’s true.

Suddenly I could see myself as a little kid bellering out, at the top of my lungs, ‘Top Of The World’ by The Carpenters while swinging super high on the ‘big kid swings’ at afternoon recess in grade two. There was this song + Up, Up With People + I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing that were my regular swing jams. That day a substitute teacher was standing off to the side watching me with a big smile. She came over to tell me I sounded great, and asked how I knew the words. As a very shy kid who really only let my vocal chords rip on the swings when no one else was around, I remember feeling equal parts embarrassed, flattered and liberated; like maybe I would be brave enough to try it in front of someone again sometime. Let it all hang out, kiddo!

Isn’t it funny how I can remember something from 30+ years ago but, try as I may, can’t recall where I parked my car 10 minutes ago? My brain doesn’t seem to have a file for that stuff anymore. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it. BTW these songs ARE the 70’s. Man I’m glad I grew up in that decade, there will never be another like it.