I just had a core memory unlocked. The song Your Wildest Dreams by the Moody Blues came on and I was instantly transported back to a campground in Yosemite in the summer of 1986. I hadn’t heard that song in eons but suddenly I was 12 again being taken on a camping trip with my friend Kerri with an ‘i’ (not to be confused with Kerry with a ‘y’) and her parents. The family in the next tent over had two preteen boys – glory hallelujah! Adam and his brother, I wanna say, Peter?
I only had eyes for Adam, though. He was funny, kind and so very dreamy. Even though I was a gangly girl with crooked teeth he seemed very attentive! We hiked during the day and joked around by the campfire in the evening sitting dangerously close together making s’mores. We spent a few days living our best, most wholesome lives and when the weekend came and we had to leave he held my hands and kissed me on the cheek. His parents were ever watchful so…that’s all I got. 😅
As we drove back to the East Bay the most magical song came on the radio. It seemed to me like this song was custom-made for my broken heart. I was able to record it off the radio on my pathetic little boombox and played it on repeat. Eventually, the memory began to fade but to this day, the smell of a campfire and this song make me misty.🥲 I’m a happily married woman now but those were good times, for sure.
Faithfully Frazzled 
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