TheBanyanTree: Singing our Song

[Maria Gibson]

Music has long since been my salvation.  When I was a girl and alone, 
scared and without a friend, it seemed, the songs of the day could keep 
me company.  One summer my mom dropped me off at the dance once a week 
at the all boy's camp.  On Friday nights there was a dance for the local 
girls to get in for free while the out of town boys would have some kind 
of wall line-up to not choose from as they stood their frozen ground.  
The fearful not lead by the fearful.
No one the wiser.
Welcome to preteen hell.  I can't remember the names of the songs but I 
recognize them when they play from time to time.  They invoke memory 
mixed with just a smidge of sadness.  Which defines nostalgia to a tee 
when all is said and done.

Doesn't it?

Maria