So this one day when I was laying down in my bed, daydreaming, I suddenly remembered about my childhood passion of singing. I couldn't sing then, and now I still can't, but for some reason I had a thing for music, which hasn't changed yet.  I was, and still am, the only one who looked forward to our weekly music classes. For me music was, and still is, the key to life. We had an old busted radio when I was younger. Nobody even looked at it, so I was the only one to listened to the 1970s hits. I still remember that I used to sit in an old rocking chair and listen to the radio with a cup of milk in my hands (I was trying to act like a grownup!) while the radio blared some popular 1970s songs like "How Deep is Your Love" by Bee Gees and such. I listened to the oldies back then because I didn't know about the new songs like "Clumsy" by Fergie (it's one of my favorites now!) or "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter (This one's a golden!). But I'll admit that I soon forgot about all those songs after i tasted my first up-to-date song back in 2009. It was "21 Guns" by Green day and I still love the song. After that I thought that the oldies were disgusting and weird. But my passion for music hasn't changed, even though I have a few picks of oldies that I love now and hate the rest. But sometimes, when I come across "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi or "Summer of 69" by Bryan Adams I just can't help forgetting about all the new pop songs. I just sing along with the song and remember all those good ol' days of my old busted radio. My busted radio was just a start, I have a long journey ahead of music me...