The Music of My Childhood: How It Shaped My View of the World

In my childhood, music wasn’t just background noise — it was the heart of life. The kitchen radio, records playing over and over, dancing with friends at school discos — all of it created an atmosphere where I learned to feel, to rejoice, to be sad. Every song was like a little story I absorbed, not always understanding the words, but definitely catching the mood.

When I heard The Beatles, Elvis, or Joan Baez, I realized the world was much bigger than my neighborhood and school. There were feelings, protests, dreams. Music opened doors to other cultures, ideas, and moods. It taught me to be open and receptive — qualities that helped me later in life when I needed to understand people and situations.

Now, when I share my favorite songs with my grandson, I see music can connect time and hearts. He might not always understand the lyrics, but he feels the energy and mood. Music is my way of showing him where I come from and helping him find his own path. It’s not just nostalgia — it’s part of my soul that I pass on.