This song seemed to fill the summer air in 1971. I have this distinct memory of a moment in time: hearing this song blaring out of speakers from the bobsled ride at Palisades Park, an amusement park. I had travelled there as part of the annual St. Elizabeth’s altar boys outing, thirteen years old with no idea of who I was except I knew I didn’t want to be who I was, I wanted to be someone different, only I didn’t know what that would be. I stood next to that ride, entranced by this song about a relationship ending even if I had still not had my first girlfriend and though I already longed to talk to and even kiss a girl, they seemed as if creatures from some other world that I would never enter. But this song…someday I would feel what she felt singing it.
Palisades Park is only a memory now, life as an altar boy is long past, though I suppose it is still part of me, and I wish I could go back to hug that kid, tell him that things would be okay, that a great love awaited him in his future, though it would be a long time before things got easy.
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