Of a different time. Long ago. Dancing barefooted. Beneath the summer sun. Flowers at me. Flowers in my hair. Song of the wind. Guided by the birds. Peace, love, and happiness. Free as the trees. Memories of a flower child…deep within my heart.
I don’t know if I ever was a flower child. You know in past life. Those times had ended when I was born. My birth was wrecked with bell bottoms, John Travolta ‘stayin’ alive’ and platform shoes. Don’t even ask me to explain those shirts. Wrecked may not be the right word, but it would not be my decade of choice. Neither would the one that engulfed ages 4/5-14up in….the 80s. Do not get me wrong….huge fan of many of 80s movies. Then the 90s… there are still some songs that get me dancing. I was a hair band girl, too. Part of me still is…the good ones anyway, but for real. Those times. Those were not my best years; especially, since my mom liked to cut my hair and I usually ended up looking like a boy. I know that I’m not alone there.
Lost my train of thought after I went back and typed, ‘hair bands’. Started singing, Mr. Big’s, “I’m the one who wants to be with you. Deep inside I hope you feel it too. Waited on a line of greens and blues. Just to be the next to be with you.” I was never that girl, but that was always one of my favorite songs. Then Steelheart, “I’ll never let you go”…yeah. Anyway.
How is that for a weird combination of a person: flower child, country girl, that occasionally listens to hair bands. I’ll take it. And now that I’ve completely lost my train, I’ll bid you adieu. As always, thank you for stopping by.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography