Wednesday 25 July 2012

Gypsies In The Sun

This morning my husband was singing this old song of Quentin E. Klopjaeger:
Little children playing in the park
Catching butterflies before it gets too dark
Picking chestnuts in a shady wood
With the one you love
It makes you feel so good

Listen I know
The pace is kinda slow
But its the kinda lazy life I love
Its the kinda lazy life I love.....

and this song took me back to my childhood years.  Long summer holidays, playing in the park with my friends, going on long bicycles trips all over town.  My Very-Best-Friend-In-All-The-World and I would pack a backpack for the day and stop at small cafes along the way to buy ice cold Appletizer.  We did not have a care in the world.  With the wind in our long loose hair we would be gypsies travelling the world.  We sang at the top of our lungs to the melody of "Seasons in the Sun" with our own made up lyrics : "We are free, we are free, we are Gypsies in the Sun....". We loved every fabulous moment of life!!
How precious those childhood years were.  Filled with laughter and sunshine even when it was pouring with rain. Cold weather would never deter us from exploring every park, every avenue, every little dirt road.  Our only worry in the world was whether that cute guy would notice us tomorrow when we went ice skating!!
How short those years were.  Before we knew it we were grown up, the lazy days are but a faint memory, faded photographs in an old scrapbook.  Yet, at the mere humming of an old song, the smell of those carefree days linger in my nostrils, and I remember the feel of the summer breeze on my cheeks.  Today my Very-Best-Friend-In-All-The-World and I see each other almost never, we communicate via sms's, yet we are forever linked by those precious moments.  I wonder if she remembers them as vividly as I do, can she still remember the smell of the rain on a hot dusty road?  Silly question, for I know she does, nobody can ever forget the best childhood years we ever had!
If you happen to flutter by, feel free to share your favourite childhood memory or a song that reminds you of a favourite time.  I am looking forward to hear from you.

4 comments:

  1. Childhood memories are indeed precious!

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  2. Sure, childhood memories are the best by far. I also remember that song. It is from the late sixties and I remember lying on the lounge floor late on a Friday night, listening to the Top 20 on LM Radio. I was the middle one of five children and I was the one who had the music in my blood, even to this day. But today I battle listening to music on the regional stations.... I really miss those days when we used to have real music produced on real instruments and the musicians who played them were really that good, they had only one take to get a recording perfect. No overdubbing. That's life. We have but one chance.

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    1. Indeed, just one chance. Fortunately we have memories. Thank you for commenting on my post, I appreciate it.

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