A Special Radio (NaBloPoMo Day 2)

My daughter loves to sing. When she was 7 or 8, whenever we took a road trip, she would sing her heart out from the backseat. Sometime she would take requests from us. I wasn’t good in remembering names of songs, and often had to go through a lengthy description to let her know what I wanted to hear. She was very patient with me.

On one trip she announced that she had turned herself into a radio. “If you want to change the station, you just tap my leg,” she said and started singing. A couple of times, I tapped her before she could finish the first sentence; we laughed hard.

The radio game continued for a couple of years. One day, to my surprise, I heard she sing “I am the great pretender”.

“I love that song,” I said.

“Yes, I know. That’s why I sing it. But, Mom, you have to change the station soon, ok? Because I only know the beginning of the song,” She said.

I didn’t want to change the station. Soon I heard, “La la la la…”

“How do I turn the radio off?” I asked.

“This is a special radio; you can’t turn it off,” she said loudly.

* * *

I miss my special radio.

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About Helen C

A retired computer programmer who loves writing and photographing, and has managed to publish a YA novel "Jin-Ling’s Two Left".
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13 Responses to A Special Radio (NaBloPoMo Day 2)

  1. shutterbug says:

    Such a sweet story!

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  2. Raj says:

    That’s a sweet memory, Helen… these little things are so special, right? My daughter started signing at very young age too.At least that kept her occupied in long journeys we did from US to Canada back then.

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  3. Dymoon says:

    sweet… does she still like to sing?

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    • Helen C says:

      Thank you, Dymoon. She doesn’t sing as much as before even though she did take some vocal lessons when she was in junior high and was in a choir group when she was in high school.
      Hmm… maybe I will ask her to sing some Christmas songs for us in holidays.
      Have a wonderful evening.

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  4. Amy says:

    Sweet memory, Helen! I’m so glad you are in NBPM. 🙂

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    • Helen C says:

      Thank you, Amy. Are you in NBPM too? Are you happy for the World Series result? 😉
      To be honest, I am still not sure. On one hand, I need this push to get some writing done (save them for my daughter). But on the other hand I would like to have longer time so I can do a better job.
      Have a wonderful evening.

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      • Amy says:

        Good Friday morning, Helen. Yes, we are all exciting about the World Series, a big surprise!!
        Me in NBPM? I admire your writings very much. I enjoy reading though, I have many on my Kindle, and many books I’d like go back to and read all over again.
        Thank you for sharing your sentiment and stories. 🙂

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  5. loisajay says:

    Helen–you have such great stories. I love your daughter’s response. Smart cookie!

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    • Helen C says:

      Thank you, Lois. She is smart all right, must be getting the smart gene from her dad.
      When she was senior in high school, I was so worry about her SAT test — I didn’t think she studied hard enough. Somehow she managed getting a perfect score. Ever since then, I don’t make too many suggestions to her 😉
      Good night.

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  6. Anabel Marsh says:

    What a lovely story! She’s an original thinker, this human radio.

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