September 19, 2019 - The interesting thing about memories are they aren’t always directly yours. For as long as I can remember, this has been one of the first songs I remember hearing or having an impact on my life. My parents always told me that I loved Alan Jackson as a small child. I personally have faint memories of listening to this CD in my dads office at the front of my childhood home. My dad still has hoarder tendencies and I can’t specifically remember if he was playing the music from the computer or the stereo next to the cd tower because there was so much stuff in there. There were file cabinets lining the room and papers stacked everywhere. His office in his current house is still like this if you could see it for yourself. And while you are there, if he gets to talking about me as a kid, the same story gets told. It was my first concert and of course it was Alan Jackson. He was performing at Sea World in San Antonio and since we had season passes we were able to get into the show. The way the story goes is after the show had ended I was crying. Not because it was such a moving experience for me but because he didn’t play the songs in the order of the cd. I mean, what can I say? I don’t remember it but I’ve heard the same story for so many years that it is a memory for me.