When I was a little kid, my favorite song was "Islands in the Stream."...I think it was sung by Dolly Parton. I loved that song. I would sing it to myself all the time. I was probably about 5 or 6 years old when this was going on. I never could get the lyrics straight, but that didn't faze me. I would sing at the top of my voice
"Islands in the stream, that is what we are! No one in between, how could we be wrong?"
I would shimmy around in my underpants (I didn't wear clothes much) all over my pink bedroom, belting it out for all to hear. I used my hairbrush as a microphone. Good use, too, because I wasn't using it on my hair.
"Sail away with me, to another world!"
My sister hated me at the time, and would throw her shoes (or anything handy, for that matter) at me, shooing me from the room. I'd start strutting down the hall, past my brother's room, where they would effectively slam the door in disgust. Into the dining room, where Mama would scream at me to get out of the house.
"Where we'll rely on each other, uh-huh!"
Then I'd head out to the trampoline, where I could sing good and loud. We lived out in the country, so there wasn't a chance of bothering anyone but Owen, our dog.
"Like one brother to another, uh-huh!" At this point, I would start jumping on the trampoline and shouting each line as I bounced. No one was outside, and Owen certainly didn't care. "ISLANDS IN THE STREAM...THAT IS WHAT WE ARE...NO ONE IN BETWEEN... HOW CAN WE BE WRONG... SAIL AWAY WITH ME..."
"Islands in the stream, that is what we are! No one in between, how could we be wrong?"
I would shimmy around in my underpants (I didn't wear clothes much) all over my pink bedroom, belting it out for all to hear. I used my hairbrush as a microphone. Good use, too, because I wasn't using it on my hair.
"Sail away with me, to another world!"
My sister hated me at the time, and would throw her shoes (or anything handy, for that matter) at me, shooing me from the room. I'd start strutting down the hall, past my brother's room, where they would effectively slam the door in disgust. Into the dining room, where Mama would scream at me to get out of the house.
"Where we'll rely on each other, uh-huh!"
Then I'd head out to the trampoline, where I could sing good and loud. We lived out in the country, so there wasn't a chance of bothering anyone but Owen, our dog.
"Like one brother to another, uh-huh!" At this point, I would start jumping on the trampoline and shouting each line as I bounced. No one was outside, and Owen certainly didn't care. "ISLANDS IN THE STREAM...THAT IS WHAT WE ARE...NO ONE IN BETWEEN... HOW CAN WE BE WRONG... SAIL AWAY WITH ME..."
I remember reading this the first time and thinking it was the awesomest thing ever. It cracked me up again. You should keep blogging. We can be awkward blogging comrades!
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