Music is alive in the small house.
I am in my late 30s and I used to listen to the music I grew up with. Not the usual ’80s songs but the music I often hear my mom would play over her cassette player and then CD player. On company sing-alongs and family get-togethers, I would sing those of the ’50s and ’60s because these are the songs I am very familiar with. And I know the lyrics by heart.
Living with five boys in our small house somehow influenced me not to change my music preference but widen my selection. With two tween boys and the other pretending to be a real grown up, I now wake up to pop music, drive with them over rock songs and sometimes heavy metal and sing along with them over some rhythm and blues and alternative rock.