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The Story Of The Radio ;)

I happen to be one of those people who listen to the radio almost everyday. Every morning to be exact and usually between 7-8 am to be precise. And I also listen to the same channel every time. (usually when I'm driving alone)
 I don't know about you but I grew up with the radio on. I remember how me and my sisters loved to listen to the request segments at night and even though we never requested any song (because we were too young to know we could do it) I loved listening to people's choices and how my favourite song would sometimes be the chosen one. The messages were not bad too. Usually love messages and they were kinda sweet most of the time.
I guess my parents must be the ones responsible to place  music in our lives. During those days- the 80s- we had a good solid record player and on lazy afternoons if not the radio, we enjoyed putting on LP's - you know those round records / vinyls and play whatever was there to choose from. Mostly songs of our parents choice - ABBA must be the one I remember most. In general music is still a big part of my life and if I'm not listening in to the radio, spotify is my next option. (love this)
Anyway these days I also love listening to people talk on the radio. I guess it comes with age. Mind you, you can get a lot just by listening to people. Recently a topic they were talking about touched me so much I was laughing one minute and then I ended up crying for almost half of the journey to the office. You know when something triggers a thought, then a memory, then maybe an old wound.. ? Well guys.. the dam broke and I was flooded. I haven't cried in a long time. Well maybe if you exclude me watching sappy movies or Korean dramas. But I was really crying, like sobbing and it just wouldn't stop. It left me pretty shaken afterwards but it also felt great to have a good cry. 
I'd like to end this random entry by saying that I cherish the time I get to drive to work and be in the car with my radio on or with my own tunes playing. I tell you it is therapeutic and it is me time I'm grateful for.

Night people.. XOXO



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