Ooooo that smell!

Since Father's Day is coming up, I've been thinking a lot about my dad...naturally. Just now as I was scanning itunes, I began to think of this story my mom had once told me. I don't remember exactly how old she said I was but apparently my father was watching me during the day and working grave yard in the evenings. And back in the day my dad always listened to records. Even over television, he would always rather be listening to or playing music.  And one day while listening to Lynyrd Skynyrd, my dad figured out something kind of interesting : the song titled, Ooooo that smell, had a distinct effect on me. It made me cry---instantly. And my father, being the very early/very young twenty-something that he was, thought this was HI-larious. Now you have to know that my parents had me very very young. My mom was twenty and I believe my father was only eighteen or nineteen years old. So of course the phrase, "torturing a child" never occurred to him. lol. Even after the twentieth time playing the song and eagerly waiting for my instant tears. My mom said that when she returned home from work, he told her, " hey check this out..." and proceeded to share his discovery. "Whaaaaaat??" my mom asked. She said they both laughed and did it again. 

It wasn't until I was much older that she asked me if I recalled any of those events. But other than a faint image, all I ever remember is just me---hating that song. We both cracked up as she recounted every detail of the memory. And now, knowing my father as an adult, it makes complete sense to me...and I cherish that...I always will.