Four Kids and a Guitar...

Much of my childhood consisted of my dad hummm-ing and strumm-ing. My dad is a rockstar with groupies, 3 girls and one boy. That would be my two older sisters, older brother and myself. If we wanted anything we had to get through the purple haze that surrounded my dad and his guitar. Our questions were answered when the chorus was done repeating which sometimes meant that you didn't even remember the question. But the house was full of music. I often wonder if this is why life is a song to me. Little Wing played through the speakers tonight and reminded me of everything I still have to ask my dad.