Those words were the inspiration for the title of my blog … the title of my life.
It all began when I was … oh … two or three years old. Dad used to make up songs and sing them to me. I loved those songs. The one I’m referring to above in italics, he made up both the melody and the lyrics. At the end when “the moon looks at me,” he would stick his tongue out and make the raspberry sound.
I’ve sung that song many times to my little nieces and nephews over the years (since I didn’t have any of my own), and it’s always a crowd-pleaser.
Five years ago I took a class on how to write memoirs. Each week we (students) had to write a short story about a specific theme. One week the theme was to be about a turning point in our lives. Another week about our self-image, one about becoming independent for the first time, and so on.
By the time the course ended, we had to put all of our short stories together as a compilation of memoirs and give it a title. I titled mine, I Walk Down the Lane.
For the last assignment, we needed to write about our goals for the future. I showed how I came full circle from the time Dad used to sing me those songs. It felt like my life had traveled on a road with many twists and turns, hoping to find myself. I finally discovered a place in me where I was as comfortable as when I was a child.
Though I knew, life still had much to teach me. Here was how I summed up the end of my compilation of memoirs;
I am on a continual road of discovery. All that is in my control, is to be aware of my state of mind, to change my mind when it gets out of kilter, and to grow mentally and spiritually as I continue to walk Lori’s lane of life.
As my mom would say, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. As Dad would say, the moon looked at me and said …