It’s Bridgette’s Turn to Sing Her Favorite Song
I was riding in the backseat of my dad’s car with him and my older sister in the front. My dad played my favorite song, “Small Town,” by John Mellencamp with his mini cassette tape, connected to the CD player, in the car. My older sister asked, “What song is it?” I said, “Yes, it’s my favorite song!” Our dad said, “I’m not going to tell you, but I will play it and you’ll see.” He started playing it and said, “Come on Bridgette, let’s hear you sing it.” My sister said, “I think I know this," and she turned to look at me and smiled, I sang the chorus, “I can breathe in a small town and I can die in a small town, because that’s the place where I am meant to be.” She and our dad chimed in and sang along with me, while our dad drummed on the steering wheel, until the song was over and I became too tired to sing anymore.
St. Charles, Missouri, United States