So, Day 3: My first love…I remember this like it was yesterday…I was 7 years old. I had never experienced anything like this in my life. The only word I can use to describe it is: rhapsody. That word has a dual meaning which fits this particular blog post well, you see, my first love was music. Mainly in the form of Mariah Carey.
You might not recognize her so let me introduce you. This is 1991 Mariah Carey.
My first love.
Hearing her sing back then was to know what music was. This birthed my love of music and my love of singing. (I can sing. Raise your hand if you knew that about me. Most people don’t. LOL) As I grew up with Mariah Carey through the years it was amazing how each album told the story of my life. I can go back to a different point in time with every song. Every great relationship; break up; spiritual breakthrough, etc. can be traced in the deep lyrical content of her songs. I appreciated Mariah making me break out the dictionary at the age of 14 to find out what “nonchalant” meant in her song “Breakdown” or “resounding” in the song “The Roof.” The messages in her songs were deep and passion filled. I thank you Mariah, for being there in every crisis and triumph. This is why ’til this day I have remained your #1 fan.
*sorry for the delay I’m at the end of my semester and writing papers like a maniac!*