Hopeless Romantic For 3:51.

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Once upon a time there was a five-year-old Becky who was born in the 90s and who loved music. Absolutely adored it. From turning up her Mother's boombox in the kitchen and jumping on the trampoline to taking music and dance classes and choreographing songs with the neighbor kids, to being obsessed with soft rock on the radio anytime she was on the go; music was always around and always on. Her first memory of the song--that you should be hearing in your ears this very moment--became her favorite song on a drive home from a brother's baseball game. They were driving down this long lane of trees in the dark, windows open, 92.5 (?) blasting, and it was either a Wednesday or Saturday (because that was Becky's day to sit in the front seat of the Suburban), and Donna Lewis came on with this song. From then on, every time this magical song came on, imagine Becky's little blonde head holding a gleaming smile shouting the words with with her lisp (she unfortunately had until the 4th grade with a few letters) at the top of her lungs.

Then it became an old 90s hit and rarely came on the radio. Seven years later Becky decided to start one of her first searches on the computer to find this song name and artist. Once she did, she BEGGED for the CD, which wasn't even available in any entertainment/music stores. Luckily, her Mother found an old used CD from somewhere and surprised Becky with it. Oh the joy! Even after the hundreds of new favorite tunes that have been chosen to be played on repeat over and over and over again (sorry Mom, Katie-1st roommate ever - freshman year, Baylee-sophomore year, and Katherine-junior year) on Becky's trusty CD clock/radio, stereo, iPod, desktops and laptop. You probably have never even heard this song. This song trumps all. Guess it shows the hopeless romantic I am. :)