“With the right music, you either forget everything or remember everything.”
Music has a way to clinging to memories, or memories cling to music, I’m not sure which. So many times in my life, I hear a song and I am transported to a moment in time and I experience the same emotions that I did back then. One of my strongest memories is linked with I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You, by Elvis Presley. The thought of it makes me smile.
I was 15 years old, and madly in love (as much as a high school girl can be) with a boy we will call Geno, because that is his name. His blue eyes, wow. Anyway, I liked him for months and did all the silly high school girl stuff, like blushing when I saw him, putting myself in the right hallways so that he was sure to see me, writing endless notes to my friends about him. All of it. I was sure that he didn’t notice me. We had mutual friends and hung out in the same circle, but I was invisible. Or so I thought.
Our circle of friends were all very involved in our church. (Yes, this witch was Catholic.) Every year the church did a themed dinner for all of the volunteers and the youth group would work the event. This year, it was a 1950s theme. All of the girls wore poodle skirts and the boys wore jeans with tee shirts with rolled up sleeves. We all looked so great and it was a fantastic night.
After dinner was done, we had a dance. I was rather shy so I didn’t really dance with any boys. My friend was across the dance floor and waved me over. The song comes on, I am walking across the dance floor when someone grabs my arm. I look over my shoulder and he pulls me into his arms for a dance. Geno. Even thinking about it now I makes me smile like a schoolgirl.
Nothing ever came from it, when never dated, but he made my night. The funny part is, he probably doesn’t even remember. I don’t care, I will remember it fondly forever. Whenever I hear that song, I go back to that dance, and I smile.
What is your favorite music memory?