Family.

by witnessthefire


My earliest memory of music has to be either Santana, or The Rolling Stones. I remember lounging around on that massive blue rug we used to have next to the CD player where the music was far too loud, and you couldn’t hear anyone even scream your name. I used to sleep there till dinner was ready. I think old music like that used to bring us together, because no matter what music taste we had personally, we all know these songs and would hum or sing along, or laugh if someone got the wrong timing of 1, 2 in Jumping Jack Flash at the start of the song.

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