This past week-end I went home to the little college town in the deep South where I grew up. While taking a walk one evening in my old neighborhood I began thinking of that music that I loved and danced to and went to sleep to every night. I felt a little sad about all the things I didn't know and understand back then and then I thought of the song "It's My Party and I'll Cry if I want to." I remember hearing it for the first time when I was riding home from Jr. High on the city bus. I loved the idea that it was my party and I could cry if I wanted to. The year before, I had danced to and liked the song "Big Girls Don't Cry" so this was the opposite sentiment and I prefered being able to cry if I wanted. Still do!
