Yesterday I had lunch with my father, who is celebrating his 87th
birthday. (He was old when he had me, so don't go trying to calculate
my own age based on his.)
Anyway, at lunch,we reminisced about
our family camping trips. I was reminded that I actually had my first
paid singing gig when I was about five or six years old, when our family was
camping in New Hampshire. Apparently a friend and I walked from site
to site, singing "Joy to the World" to the happy campers. (That would be
the "Three Dog Night" version of the song). One audience member paid us a quarter.
What a thrill! I guess that was my first taste of being paid to
sing...
But mostly, I am thrilled to realize that there
was a point in my life when I wasn't shy about singing in front of
others. It's so nice to be back into that place of non-shyness again.
Joy to the world indeed!
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