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What memory is in your favorite song?

From the moment I heard the song "Where is the Love?", it became my instant favorite. I was immediately drawn to the different styles of singing--Robert Flack's  smokey vocals paired well with Donny Hathaway's smooth baritone.
Throughout the years, I have never grown tired of this song. The singers' voices had a bouncy and cascading quality to them. The instruments play effortlessly in perfect time with a steady, airy beat.
I often wondered why this particular song changes my demeanor--I cannot be in a bad mood whenever I hear it! Though the song is about a love triangle, an entirely different association is in my mind.
A childhood memory is conjured up: when I was a little girl, we would go to a grocery store when we lived in California. After the shopping was done, we would walk to the side of the building. There was a wind tunnel that was created by the way the neighboring building was positioned. As I put this song as the soundtrack to this memory, it fits perfectly: colorful scraps of paper caught up in this mini cyclone and I see myself as a 5 year old running around, giggling and chasing the floating, wayward items.


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