I remember making up my first song. I was eight and swinging on my swing set watching the legs “pump” out of the ground. My Dad was just told that he/we would be moving. He was given several choices of where we could live. As I swung I began singing:

“This time tomorrow, I wonder where I’ll be.
It might be California or maybe Tennessee.
But anyway we’ll be together oh yeah yeah”

As I got older I always made up songs but didn’t think too much about it. It wasn’t until I was 40 that I decided hey maybe I could do something with all these songs in my brain. I seem to remember most of the family thinking my cheese had slid off my cracker.