Sometimes listening to a song and hearing just a few words can remind you of a memory that has now been long forgotten. That’s the case with me and this song it brought back a memory that if it wasn’t for this song I might would not have thought about again.
The line that brought back this memory was ” I’ve been waiting in the rain for hours and you were late”. When I was in the 8th grade, basketball practice was at the end of the day and practice would last 2 or 3 hours. When practice would finally end the coaches would lock the doors to the gym. In the locker room the coach would take a phone out of the equipment room which was caged up and placed the phone on the floor . I never knew why they had a phone in the equipment room or why they couldn’t find a desk or something to the on instead of having it on the floor. Of coarse there was no way the coaches would let any of us boys into the coaches office to call for a ride home. I suppose that they were helping us to “build our character “. By the way you have to remember this was back in the 70’s, and back then none of the students were allowed to carry cell phones! Somehow it always seemed like I was always at the end of the line for the phone. One day it was raining and this would had been in December, it was after 5 o’clock so it was also dark. It was finally my turn to kneel down and by the way back in the 70’s this was the only time that we were allowed to kneel down, and I dialed our number on the phone. and told Mama to come and get me. After a long wait all the other boys were gone, I was the only one left, Then I saw Mama’s headlights, remember it was dark, and it was pouring down. I opened the door and run as fast as could. Between the locker room and the parking lot was the practice football field It was raining so hard that the field became a lake so I was running and splashing water with each foot. When I reached the parking lot I looked up and the car that was seating there was not Mama! What was I to do? Well there was only one to do instead of standing there in the pouring rain. I turned around and run back into the locker room. There is a small chance that as I was running back to the locker room the person in that car may had been laughing at me. I couldn’t hear anyone laughing I was too busy getting soaked. There is a happy ending Mama did pull into the parking lot and I once again run through the rain when I made it through to the car Mama asked me if I was wet. I told Mama “only a little bit”. I didn’t tell Mama what happened fact is this was a good experience in that I learned to keep my mouth shut. And besides that woman who sat in that car laughing at me could be dead now! Now if you didn’t learn anything from this story, if you watched the video at least you saw that Phil Collins used to have hair. If there’s a song that brings back a memory please share it in the comments.