I don’t know what possessed me. Most of us were standing back stage in the elementary school cafeteria that doubled as our auditorium. I was in the fourth grade and we had just begun to plan for the Christmas program. We were all singing America and although I was always an outgoing child, I didn't know the first thing about singing but when we got to “…above the fruited plains” I couldn't help myself. Something deep inside of me expanded and I sang so loudly that the music teacher rang back stage shouting, “Who is that!?”
I sang “O Holy Night” as a solo that year. It was one of my first “on stage” moments. It is one of my mother’s all time favorite memories – mine too.
thats beautiful :)
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome, I didn't know you could sing, too! You're multi-talented (well, I always knew that anyway). I always wished I could sing well...I can sing, but definitely not well :)I guess God gave me the "art" of writing instead.
ReplyDeleteThat is so sweet. I love little kids who sing loudly. I love their enthusiasm. It's much better than watching a pageant with kids just mumbling or standing with their fingers up their noses.
ReplyDeleteI can imagine how you sounded singing "O Holy Night." What a beautiful memory.