Making some noise

I never did sing just one song over and over again when I was six years old. Instead, I sang just about every song I heard, in church, on the radio, in movies. I sang everything, and I did it badly. I think my whole family died a little on the inside whenever I opened my mouth and warbled a line or two. My dad was better about it than everyone else because he's big on music. Sometimes when I'd go running with him, we would sing "The Song That Never Ends" to keep the beat. Up and down the streets, we sang as loud as our air deprived lungs would allow. My favorite part was when we'd go by an intersection or a stop sign and the people in the car would turn and give us a look that either said, "What the hell," or "I can't believe you can be that loud." It was embarrassing, and kind of difficult to gasp the words out loud, but it made the run easier and more fun.