It was a younger time full of pink ruffled bedspreads, hardwood floors, black and white TVs and knit jumpsuits. Every song carried meaning, emotion. And during those times, she built her world around a 45 record. If the her world was going to end over a war going on in Asia, she didn’t know it. Maybe that day someone forgot to say hi when she passed him in the hallway.
It’s all about projection. And sometimes what one feel inside, gets mirrored by what another person does or does not do. However, how do you explain that to an eight year old girl?
You don’t. You buy her pink bedspreads, distressed white bedroom furniture and 45 records. Through that time alone and inspired by a song, she finds a way to connect, to feel. And forty years later, maybe she will write about it in a blog.
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