I was running errands yesterday, doing a bit of Christmas shopping and preparing for the rain storm that is bringing us much needed rain. I had the Christmas tunes on and something came on that I wasn’t too fond of so I switched over to my favorite local 80’s channel. It was perfect timing. I heard the beginning of a familiar song and within a few seconds, I launched into Rapper’s Delight. I know every hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hop part of the song and I love it. It’s such a fun song to sing and it put me right back on the bus, riding to school with my friends, the music blaring from my boom box that I took everywhere with me. I go into full hand motions and acting out the song while in my car, not caring who’s looking, hoping that everyone can have as much fun as I can by myself, listening to the radio.
I thought about talking with my friend “Ron” from my book. I just spoke with him last month. It was good getting caught up with him. He said that when he first stepped on that same school bus so many years ago, his life was changed forever. We laughed. He said he walked down the isle of the bus and saw me with my friend “Taylor”. We were sunken down in the oversized bus bench seat, with our knees up on the back of the seat in front of us. We both had sunglasses on and Taylor’s hair was blown out. We laughed again because it was so right, our memories. I could see us all. When the two of us saw Ron, I flipped my sunglasses up and said “hi”.
Back in my car, I could see all of this in my head without missing a beat or a word of the song. It was such a long time ago and the regrets pained my heart. I introduced “Ron” to more than two crazy girls and rap music.
The song ended as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot. Sheila E. came on. I was transported from the bus to my living room, practicing dance moves with “Faith”, my best friend. We were inseparable. I sang about the Glamorous Life and pictured us, always clowning around, eating and forever dancing. Best friends forever was really best friends for a little while or maybe best friends until things get tough or indifferent or complicated.
When I returned to the car, I was heading to the mall when Jam On It came on. Yeah, yeah, we know, we know. I’m not the least bit embarrassed that I used to break dance. I saw myself “popping” and wished I was still as good as I was then. As each year passes in my life, I wonder what the oldest dancer has ever been to start a career, not considering endurance, flexibility, skill or any of the other important requirements that are needed to be a dancer.
There’s lots of things I want to be. There’s lots of things I’ve been. I’m going to go make dinner.
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