in regards to my post from 2 february 2013.
The same day I made that post, I received a text message from my dad (who had not read the blog post).
We had a good laugh today. Shelby’s ipod played Walk Like An Egyptian. We remembered when you memorized it and listened to it for a solid month.
I would sit in that ugly La-Z-Boy for hours with a personal cd player and a set of headphones (I remember which ones, too) and listen to that song on repeat.
That was when I was eleven. Clearly, this trait is not a recent development.
And you may be interested to know that I can still, nine years later, sing every word to that song. The benefits I reaped from my month of intense dedication have not faded.