First grade. Halloween. Dressed as a gypsy, we lived in an apartment complex, four units per floor. Trick or treating was a breeze. I still remember the song we learned in school:
"Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate, the first one said, Oh my it's getting late. The second one said, There are witches in the air. The third one said, But I don't care. The fourth one said, Let's run and run and run. The fifth one said, I'm ready for some fun. Then ooooh when the wind and OUT went the light and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight."
How do I remember that and not where I put the keys?
Don't get me started on lyrics. I'm really good at that. Commercials, pop songs, music class in every grade. I even remember one from preschool that my cousin and I used to sing when we pulled all nighters as four-year-olds in the basement. "In my kiddie car, in my kiddie car, going up and down the street where all the children are, I don't go very far, in my kiddie car, and every time I pass my house I wave to dear ma ma." Cracks me up. We didn't even know what a kiddie car was, still don't, we just liked to sing.