Memories from my childhood are very scattered, like those colored specs seen while squinting through a kaleidoscope. The events are there, tumbling yet they are fleeting behind one another just the same; with the exception of the big pieces.
These make their presence known amongst the many, announcing to the eye ‘I am important’ and they stand out. Even as the many pretty colors make beautiful shapes while turning, it’s the few chunky pieces that catch the eye.
I have many colorful memories I’m sure, tossing and turning-but there are some that stand out more than others, like the big pieces.
I was probably nine or so and excited to arrive at my aunt & uncle’s house. At that time, they lived two streets and a pathway of stone circles away from the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. I don’t remember what car we were in while taking our trip, but I know it was summer and it was a hot one. This trek was a long ride. Ten hours. Most of that time spent looking out the window as the world swirled by.
When reaching US highway 13, I knew we were getting close, as the blue and white road signs with the seagull, reading CHESAPEAKE BAY BRIDGE TUNNEL, were starting to appear every so often. Somewhere near Stuckey’s, a diner/souvenir shop and home of the “Famous Pecan Log Roll”, the ‘cu-chunk, cu-chunk’ of the road lulled me to sleep.
I remember waking to feeling incredibly sweaty and hot. The car was in a dance of stop and go, which told me we were in traffic. My eyes remained closed as I listened to my dad changing the radio station, searching for something that would be clear through the static and whine of AM radio. He passed quickly over then returned to a tune that crooned from the dash with perfectly harmonized voices. I thought to myself, ‘Oh, keep this on-I like this song’. Being nine, I had no idea the lyrics told the story of getting home for a “quickie” at noon! I just liked the melody.
Sun beating down, gulls crying and wafts of salt water & sand infused air caressing my face, I listened to the Starland Vocal Band belt out “Afternoon Delight”.
To this day, hearing this song brings me right back to that bridge, anticipating sinking my toes in the sand and riding some waves. I equate the song to summer and love that it is a big fleck in my memory kaleidoscope.
This post is part of The Red Dress Club Remembe(red) memoir prompt. This week we were to think of a sound or a smell the reminds you of something from your past and write a post about that memory.
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