Sky Rockets in Flight
One my most cherished memories is of riding in the backseat of the car. It was dark outside, my view of the starlit sky interrupted by headlight beams whizzing by on the other side of the road. We were driving into Lexington, Kentucky to stay with my aunt and uncle before heading into the wilds of Eastern Kentucky to spend a month.
It was 1976. I was sprawled out on a crib mattress, making myself dizzy looking at the upside-down view, when the perfect song came on the radio. With its rocket launch sounds, my little girl mind thought it the right accompaniment to the stardusted heavenly bodies on the other side of the glass.
I loved the song “Afternoon Delight.” Whenever it came on the radio, I tried to sing along or to remember as many of the words as I could. At six, some of the words didn’t make much sense to me. I couldn’t understand why these people didn’t need to wait for the night, but I agreed that it sure was easier to see things in the light of day. I mean, these were grownups, and they were just figuring that out? I deemed it icky that the boy wanted to hug the girl in the middle of the afternoon, but I thought all boys and boy-contact was disgusting. After all, they almost ruined the song by inserting fishing into the middle of it, and I couldn’t understand why the girl would have the right bait for the boy. What decent girl runs around with worms and bugs in her pockets? Still, none of this nonsense ruined the easy beat of the song or the fun sounds of lift-off.
I sang that song and sang that song and sang that song. Now that I know what that song was really about, I sure do hope no one heard me. How many other songs did my six-year-old mouth belt out that were just all about sex?
An encore posting, in honor of the picnic MTM and I have planned for this afternoon…..