My husband and I met the first day of college. During those four years plus the following six years, until we began procreating, we took every free opportunity to take a road trip. We drove everywhere from the Smokey Mountains to the Pacific Ocean. Cell phones and GPS were not mainstream yet and instead used two things my kids do not even know existed: pay phones and maps
During those countless hours in the car we didn’t have our phone to distract us; all we had was music. There were no iPods and Pandora; we had cassette tapes and maybe CDs in the later years. We listened to everything from Tom Petty to Nirvana. We sang along to albums on repeat and memorized the words to many songs. Today when I catch a familiar tune on the radio or at the grocery store, it always brings a smile to my face as I am brought back to those long simple car trips.
Last Friday we picked up the kids from camp and drove straight to the highway headed to Indiana for the weekend. Apparently at camp there was some sort of performance that involved Carly Rae Jepson’s Call Me Maybe. As the kids sat in the back seat attempting to sing this pop song and butchering the words, I quickly purchased it on iTunes.
What happened the next three hours consisted of the song repeated again and again and again. AND AGAIN.
I guess I could have insisted that we don’t listen to Call Me Maybe anymore, but I’ll admit the song is kind of catchy. I also allowed my kids to listen the song 527 times because I want my children to have similar memories of music as the backdrop to their road trips. Don’t you have childhood memories of being trapped inside the car with your family? Maybe it is just me.
Today I cannot stop singing the song.