Ok, to encourage my remembering to blog, and since I didn’t
exactly keep a journal growing up, I have decided to try to start doing a
flashback Friday blog entry. Of course I
don’t know if I will be able to always get it up, but I will try.
You Are My Sunshine
When I was little I’m not even sure if the cars had seat
belts, and I know that no one used a child seat. All of our cars (and I mostly mean our
trucks, since that was the primary family vehicle) had bench seats and being my
Dad’s shadow meant I spent a lot of time with him in that truck. My spot until I was to tall was standing,
literally, on my Dad’s right hand side with my left elbow resting on his
shoulder. I spent about 5 years in that
position, it was extremely comfortable for me, I’m not so sure about my
Dad. Anyway, I remember driving along
with him and we would sing songs that he taught me. There were three that I remember as the first,
You are my Sunshine
Zip-a-Dee-Doo Dah
And of course….No More Kissing in the Yellow Booth, which is
actually called Chow Mein.
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