Remember when you were a kid sitting in the back of the Mitsi Galant or EH holden - untethered and sweaty, fighting with your brother or sister for the last cheeseball in the bag, then suddenly your mum or dad, fatigued by the constant buzzing of little voices, turned up the stereo, full boar and started crooning along to some ancient and embarrassing song, sung by some legend of rock who you were too young to appreciate. And remember when you and your siblings slunk down into your seats, giggling hysterically, in fear that someone might recognise your embarrassing parents singing horrifically out of tune to some to some awful song that definitely wasn't sung by any of the cool bands of the time like AHA or WHAM! or Duran Duran.
Well today, I became my parents. As I sped along the motorway, Joan Jett and I belted out a wonderful duet of Crimson and Clover. Thankfully my kids are too young to be embarrassed by me and in fact, my Harry seemed to enjoy it so much that he joined in. Alas, a time will come when he too will cringe and slink and laugh, at me instead of with me, but I am comforted in the knowledge that one day he too will become his parents, and when he catches himself singing along to some "old" song that none of us have heard of yet, then I hope that he will think of me and remember how much fun we had together, stuck in the car, crooning along to an old song on a hot summers day.
