Memory is such a funny thing, a whiff of a perfume or a certain shade of color and wham, you are suddenly transported back to the inner most circles of your mind, another time, another place.
It can happen so suddenly, and you are absolutely powerless to do anything about it. Speaking of color, that is the reason for todays entry color and memory. Out of the blue, I started singing the words to an old Chicago tune: Colour My World (be glad that you all didn't here me singing lol).
Don't know how or why the song popped into my head, it just did. I haven't heard for at least 10 or more years. I just as suddenly I went from here back to 1971, not yet twelve years old, in the fifth grade and just starting to become aware of girls. I first heard that song at my first dance, with a girl (a sock hop sorta), last song of the night, with a girl named Jerri who was about 6 inches taller than me, and what was so special about this time, it was my first kiss and puppy love. Amazing thing, memory can still see her like it was yesterday.
