HAMMER TIME

 

One of the things I love about memories…besides the wonderful feelings they can bring…is their ability to attach themselves to a myriad of things.

Yesterday I heard MC Hammer’s ‘You Can’t Touch This’ on the radio…which my mind was quick to salute…while promptly moving past MC Hammer and his pants made of parachute.

There’s something about that song…when you hear it…even if by chance…that makes you at least want to move your feet…and at most…get up and dance.

When my memory heard that song…in an instant it transported me…back to a time when our two oldest grandchildren were staying with us in NC.

The four of us were sitting on the deck of our cabin when that song came on the air…and immediately we started dancing…how we looked…we didn’t care.

For what could be better than dancing to ‘You Can’t Touch This’ by MC…

with our grandchildren on the deck of our cabin in NC?.

Then Damien and Taylor got it in their heads…I suppose that’s the power of what music can do…to see if they could dance around the cabin before the song was through.

They looked to us for approval…wondering if we would worry…when Deborah turned up the volume on the radio and said…”If you’re going to make it…you better hurry.”

And here is what’s etched into my memory…of that truly memorable day…the butts of our two oldest grandchildren as they happily danced away.

And of Deborah and I watching them…running…dancing…laughing as children are apt to do…with smiles on our faces a they made it back before the song was through.

So as two super dope grandparents from Florida…

yes, we are often known as such…

we’d like to thank MC Hammer and his music 

for giving us a memory in NC we will never forget…

a memory…it’s safe to say…you can’t touch.