The beginning of my adolescence, 12-years-old, sometime around Christmas 1967 and I remember being at my cousin Joni's house, she a year older, and wiser, because she went to public school in an integrated city, where I was a Catholic school girl sheltered in the suburbs of Cleveland, and that night in her bedroom she taught me the new dance called "The Skate," said all the kids were doing it, and we played "Daydream Believer" over and over again and danced and danced until I was called to go home.
Now, years later, somehow"Daydream Believer" has become my lucky song. If it comes on the radio, I'm immediately singing and "Skating," even if I'm driving. And with the advent of YouTube, I can go and watch the "Official Music Video" for the song and enjoy my favorite Monkee Davy "Skate" while singing the song, just like I did with Joni back in 1967.
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