Within seconds I could smell the salt in the air, feel the breeze through the car and the mommy-me had jumped back to 17-year-old-me driving home from the beach with my best friend. It was our last Summer trip before college. A crazy five days that we'd never forget, but some days wish we could.
It was the day of burned CDs. You know what I'm talking about. Forget iTunes. We had a CD for every occasion. A CD for the drive to the beach. A CD for nights at the beach. A CD for days sitting on the beach.
And this little tune? It was our driving song.
I'll never forget the day we drove down the backroads from Garden City to our hometown belting the lyrics on repeat. I think we sang that song for a good hour.
It's one of my favorite memories, ever.
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory. -Eric Church
Today's post is dedicated to my most wonderful Canadian friend.