Dizzy...

I found myself singing as the piped music played over the sound system.

As a child, I loved, loved, loved this song.

I would show up at the front door of my best friends home early Saturday mornings. She wasn't allowed to cross the street by herself.

Neither was I, but I was a rebel and did it anyway.

Like a magnet to steel, I was attracted to her in an obsessive-best-friend way.

The front door would open and I would push my way into the living room. I was like a tornado they just welcomed into their neat home.

Ignoring the protests of her mother, I would race down the hall towards my goal.

I would burst through the door unannounced and only then would I consider this the beginning of my day.

She would always greet me with a smile. She always seemed to expect me and was just waiting for me to show up.

We would spend the first few minutes talking abut whatever 7-year-olds talked about - probably Barbies.

Then her mother would show up to make sure I wasn't leading her daughter down the road to ruin.

Once she left, then the fun would begin.

Out came the record player and on went the K-Tel record. Vinyl has the most excellent pops and crackles. If you jumped or bumped too close to the player, the record would skip. A whole other kind of fun.

She would carefully find the right track to play and then let 'er rip.

There we would hear the music flow out of the tiny single speaker.

The world suddenly had an unburstable bubble that we were safely tucked inside.

Our bare feet hit the yellow shag carpet and we would start to dance and sing.

Every time I hear that song, I smile and start to dance.


"Dizzy, I’m so dizzy my head is spinning
Like a whirlpool it never ends
And it’s You girl makin’ it spin
You're making me dizzy"