I stumbled across my old iPod from college just the other day. I happened to click on to the Top 25 Most Played list and was instantly transported back six years. Some of those 25 are probably still on my most played list, but it is amazing how a simple song can bring you right back to a time, a place, or a person.

As I listened to When You Were Young by The Killers, I felt as if I could still play the whole song on guitar hero by heart. Just hearing the first few piano chords of Take Me or Leave Me from RENT helps sum up the whole four years I spent doing just that with the only person I have ever truly loved. Something always does bring me back to crazy car rides with that one person who I couldn’t stay in another moment of her gravity. We had two headlights, but with every listen of One Headlight by The Wallflowers, I remember driving somewhere, anywhere, nowhere, with two of my best friends. The southern twang of Jennifer Nettles singing Want To reminds me of that crazy dream I had to sing…still haven’t figured out how to do that in tune. I remember being a stupid freshman who scheduled a class at 8am but was okay with Puedes contar conmigo by La oreja de Van Gogh playing in my ears as I enjoyed a very empty campus on my cold walk to class.

Music has always been an important part of my life. Would I have any of these memories if music weren’t associated with them? I don’t know. I would like to think that I would, but they just wouldn’t be as vivid in my mind’s eye. Either way, I am grateful for music for preserving so many important memories in my brain and I look forward to looking back on my current playlist in the future.

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