I had a strange experience yesterday. I was transported back to when I was a teeny weeny, sitting on the bathroom stool watching my father shaving. This was something I did at weekends because in the week I was at school. I should add that my dad, being a musician, began and finished his day quite late. So the shaving thing used to be just before my kiddie's lunch at noon.
We often used to have a record playing whilst the shaving took place or I'd read aloud (oh, the patience of a parent) and practice new words my dad would have given me the day before. Well, one of his favourite records was Sinatra at the Sands, the live recording with Count Basie. He'd sing along and I'd try and keep time banging on my knees.
I saw the digitally rewhatsit CD on ebay the other week, bought it and played it yesterday. The years fell away and I was a little girl again. So many other memories were there as well; things I didn't even know I had stored. Just like a key unlocking a bit of my memory that had had a long sleep.
I wish I still had a mum and dad. You take them for granted when you've got them and you miss them like hell when they've gone.