A song. One song. That’s all it took. And I was back to that memory. I didn’t even mean to play it, but as soon as I heard the first bar my head I was there. Back to the place, back to the sights, the smells and the emotion. It was a nice place to be. A happy place if you will. A care free environment. By the time I’d stopped reminiscing I realised I’d played the song about 4 times. This wouldn’t normally be a problem, but it was the song. Vengaboys - Up and Down.
Not good. Not good at all.
some things you should really keep to yourself. This is one of those things.