It reminded me of a Christmas memory long, long ago...
Picture it: French Lick, 19 early 80 something...
My brother (who is 2 1/2 years older than me) unwrap our presents to find a brand new toy drum for each of us. They were pretty with red sparkly paint on the sides, gold accents and crisp papery white material making up the drum head. They were the best gifts in world until we opened the next gifts...
Anywho, The follow Saturday morning brother and i were up early around 7:00 am and decided we were going to be Peter Chris from the Rock Band KISS and play our drums as such. We beat and we banged with all our might not giving a care in the world to the fact that mother was asleep in the room across the hall from ours. When suddenly, our bedroom door flung open and there stood mother! Nightgown, beadhead and eyes half open, she grabbed one of the drumsticks and proceeded to punch holes into each of the papery white drum heads! (picture Joan Crawford with her wire hanger) Then without a word, she turned around and went back to bed. Brother and i were left staring at each other and our punctured paper drum heads not sure what had just happened. Needless to say, that was the last time we ever got a drum for Christmas.
As i grow older and work 40+ hours a week while not getting near enough sleep, I can appreciate and even laugh (now) at mothers reaction however, i can't help but wonder what i might be had i had a drum to practice on when i was younger... The next Phil Collins perhaps?
So, to the boy getting the electric guitar on Christmas morning, Enjoy it while you have it and if you like to play it real early in the morning... It's not your fault that it's lost when one day you can't seem to remember where you left it.
1 comment:
Hmmm...I can totally picture that.
And is Phil Collin's really someone to aspire to? :)
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