Mix tape of my life…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mix Tape.”

Ah… the memories I have and the songs that stir them!

As a child:

I Love a Rainy Night… Eddie Rabbit.  I love storms and remember watching lightening with my dad.

Turn Around.. unknown artist… Dad sang this song about a young girl growing up and it was MY song.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun- Cyndi Lauper.  Religious upbringing and overprotective dad made me feel like I was missing out.

Sweet Dreams are made of this- Eurythmics. Dreams have always been a big part of my life, nightmares. and meanings.

Holiday- Scorpions. Met hubby…. he introduced me to heavier music.

Always Somewhere… Scorpian… when I left for home after meeting hubby. while we were dating

Stand by Me…. the song on the radio when I left home.. Mom and Dad weren’t happy but they stood by me leaving

Papa don’t Preach- my friends were getting pregnant outside of wedlock.

Longer Than-  Walked down the aisle to the song at my wedding.

Daddy’s Hands- The Judds  It sums up everything about my dad and tears me up. He passed in 1994.

Waady-  unknown artist  The first bellydance song I performed on stage with a group.

Slow and Easy- Whitesnake.. just a sexy driving beat song.

Take this Job and Shove it- I’ve hated some of my jobs, this is appropriate.

Heaven’s on Fire- Kiss…. Sexy… first rock concert I attended.

Dream On- Aerosmith… because I dream of hitting it big as a writer.

The Dance- Robert Mirabal  just because I love native american music, culture… everything.

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Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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