I was driving up to Salt Lake on Saturday, and I heard Paula Abdul's "Forever Your Girl" on the radio. I was an avid Paula Abdul fan in my pre-pubescent years, so I began to sing along. (Of course I was alone!) Much to my surprise, I knew virtually every word of the entire song, and it had probably been 15 years since I had heard it last.
What else is stored in the depths of my memory? Why can't I recall things I learned in school, scriptures I had memorized, or that I had Steve's keys in my purse all day yesterday? (Luckily he didn't have to work.) Then I thought that music may have had something to do with the adhesiveness of lyrics, but after singing hymns and primary songs most of my life, there aren't very many songs that I know every verse of. I was suddenly glad that I hadn't listened to a whole lot of dirty music as a teen.
I got to thinking about raising kids (big surprise, eh?) and how in the world we were going to protect them from all the junk in the world today. I don't want my kids to hear a song in 25 years and regret that they know every word.
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