Roundabout

I have many memories from when I was a child of road trips with my mom. We lived in Calgary and would head off in whatever direction. Maybe to Drumheller, where I’d indulge in my love of dinosaurs and gawk at hoodoos. Or towards Banff, into the Rocky Mountains.

My mom said I always made a fantastic road trip companion as I usually fell asleep along the way. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was doing invisible ink activity books or listening to music. Lots of music. Road trips were filled with music.

Due to my parents divorce and him being nearly a decade older than me, I didn’t grow up with my brother. While I didn’t really get to know my brother, I did learn of his love of music. He made mixtapes that we’d listen to.

Many of the songs have been hardwired into my brain. I Don't Like Mondays. Senses Working Overtime. Yes’s Roundabout, in particular, often echoed the very drives we were on.

“Call it morning driving through the sound and in and out the valley. In and around the lake, mountains come out of the sky and they stand there.”

I haven’t been back to Calgary since we moved when I was 13. It would be nice to revisit and see the mountains come out of the sky again…