I have a story that might be able to be made into a song.
I went to church, and Mother was famous in church because she was the soloist. My dad hardly ever went to church, but this one day he went to church. I was sitting next to him, we stood up to sing. For whatever, reason, I don’t remember my motivation, but I sang my heart out. I just sang really loud for me, the best I could do. And he turns to me and says afterward, “Why didn’t you sing?” What?!? What?!? And I couldn’t…Either he was making fun of me or he didn’t hear me. Neither choice was good. And as you see, I still remember.
[And you still don’t know the answer?]
No. I didn’t question him. I didn’t say, “What do you mean?” I didn’t pursue it. I was embarrassed to death.
[Maybe he thought what you were doing was not singing, huh?]
Well, I don’t know if it was just sarcastic like, “Why did you have to sing so loud?” Or, but I wasn’t sure because I hardly ever sang loud.
[And you were how old when this happened?]
That is a good question. I think I was pre-adolescent, but yeah.
[Well, we’re glad you kept singing.]
Well, you see, that’s something I still remember. And it affected me, and yet here I am in this choir.
[And we’re glad to have you. And you’re a good singer.]
Well, I don’t know about that.