Musical memories

They say that smell is the strongest memory invoking agent that we have. I don't know who these "they" people are but I disagree. Music is the trigger for me that takes me right back to where the memory took place. There are a whole group of songs that my teenage friends and I affectionately refer to as "camp songs." I grew up spending summers at a local campground and these were the tunes of the day. I can't hear the Backstreet Boys without thinking about the two concerts I took my youngest daughters to along with the CD's we played out on road trips to their brother's east coast college football games. There are particular songs, such as Rockin' Robin, that have me cheering for my oldest daughter's gymnastic floor routines of fifteen years ago. Today I heard one of my all-time favorite Styx songs.....Come Sail Away...and was right back at their concert on Jones Beach, Long Island. Concert tickets from my son and his fiancee' as a graduation present for their old mother who finally...after ten years...graduated from college. A weekend in New York with the concert as Friday night entertainment. I remember how much fun that night was...and all the joy came rushing back tonight on the way home from work. That's a nice trick. Thank you, memory.