I Wish You'd Visit More Often; My Inner Child
As a kid, one of the funnest songs us kids could belt out was the diarrhea song. I have not heard a kid belt this gloriously rancid song out in ages. I guess the nasty song hit its peak popularity in the 80's or early 90's?.
However I am sure many of you remember singing it, the 'running into first and you feel you pants burst, diarrhea' song. Yeah that one; gosh, that classic still makes me giggle.
It's a rather dirty song, yes. I can recall my mom yelling at me nearly every time I began to sing it. My kid brother would provide the back up echoing vocals, and if we were lucky, we'd have a cousin along with us making delightful farting noises with either their mouths, or armpits. The marching band of poo. Stray streams of spit included. Pfffttttt....
Every time we sang it, one of us would concoct another creative way to make a squishy juicy fart noise. Getting to the very last verse was sometimes impossible due to the fact that we'd break out in tears of joy, and non-stop laughter.
This past weekend though, I heard my little 6 year old niece singing a viral song that was far nastier than our classical diarrhea song.
I was in the backyard when I overheard her singing. I love listening to this kid sing. She can hit high notes, and she's got such a nice girly tone to her notes that you can't not stop and listen. However when I got closer to listen on, I realized the lyrics she was singing were not lyrics a 6 year old should be singing.
What was she singing you ask?
It went something like this...'I wanna take a ride on your disco stick, yeah baby, yeah, baby, yeahhhh baby yeah... On your disco stick'.
Quickly I scanned my brain to come up with an idea, and before I knew it, I was teaching my niece the diarrhea song instead. A poo song, even as gross as it is, is far better than hearing a 6 year old singing about taking rides on disco sticks.
Granted as a kid we had our fair share of 'adult themed' songs, Salt and Peppa in particular had that 'let's talk about sex' song, that was really popular for a hot minute; but at least we knew what the hell they were talking about. There was none of that riding on a disco stick bullshit.
At any rate, all weekend long I listened on as my niece and nephew belted out the diarrhea song. Like someone had hit a rewind button, I envisioned my kid brother and I belting out that very same song, and for just a brief moment, like a peck in time, I felt that carefree magical spark that I seemed to posses only in childhood.
Take Christmas for instance; as a child it was so huge, and so filled with wonderous magic, so magical you felt like you could float. As I grew older, Chiristmas decided one day to become a stressful financial burden. Magic not included. I wish I could go back and kick that 'one day' in the ass and take back all the magic that over the years managed to slip away through a slim path in an hourglass.
They say ghosts are spirits of those that have passed, however at that moment in my back yard, listening to these new voices singing the same song, it felt like my childhood ghost found me, walked through me, and for a split moment I could feel that child in me. It's an uplifting feeling to say the least. It's like getting a second chance to re-live a memory, no matter how small and insignificant it was. Chances like that happen so seldom, and when you find them again, you want to hold them.
I hope one day, when my niece and nephew are my age they can re-capture that carefree, magical feeling, in small intervals throughout their adult lives. I certainly wouldn't want the magic to resurface due to a disco stick song though. Although a song about the squirts is not much classier. Haha.