Dance with me
When I was a kid, dad used to take me along his work on rare occasions where he would have to travel along our little island inspecting the smaller branches of the company he works for. Those were my most favourite times. I'd be sitting on the back of the car just watching the landscape go by and day dream about all the nice hills and the dainty and homey cottages that we'd pass through to get to our destination. Sometimes we'd stop by a town market to buy local delicacies and eat them while driving. That was the most fun that I have, especially when we'd end up driving all the way to the early evening when the sun would begin to set. Cue in the song by Orleans: Dance with m e The song would begin on its beautifully-strummed metallic note from an acoustic guitar, telling you all about country music just by putting in the chords in it. Usually that track was the 30th to 50th song dad had kept in his CD player (we didnt have bluetooth speakers then) and the world tha