Vera

About a month ago I said that every Friday I would randomly pick a song from my iPod and that would be the theme of my Friday post.  I'm supposed to relate the song to some aspect of my life.  Well, it's not that I forgot, it was that I wasn't around any Friday since announcing this great new feature.  I am finally around again on a Friday, so I now reintroduce you all to my very popular feature: Random Song Friday.  (Not really, I don't think anyone cares about the 'feature'.  But I'm sure all of my {few} readers are happy for the new post.)

So, today's song is Vera.  Yes, that Vera by Pink Floyd from The Wall.  It's a rather short song.  In fact, here is the entire song:

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day?
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you?
Does anybody else here
Feel the way I do?

So, how should I relate this to my life?  That's surprisingly easy.  This album was big, REALLY BIG, when I was in high school.  It came out in November, 1979 and I started high school in September, 1980.  (I'm 43, no need to do the math.)  So you can imagine how big this album was when I was in high school.  In fact, it hit #1 in 1980.  So it's not a shock to say that this album was one of my most often played in HS, right?

This album spoke to my soul!  I had built a wall around myself.  After being teased and tormented the first two years at high school, I felt like I needed a wall.  Who would I let into that wall?  Would I allow anyone to break it?  Anyone?  No one?

Does anybody else here feel the way I do?  It's hard to imagine that anyone is going through the same thing at that age.  Of course at 43 it's easy to imagine that everyone else is, but at 15 I was pretty sure that I was the only one that felt the way I did.  So that line always stuck out on this album for me; it always spoke directly to me.

Today I have a daughter that will soon turn 14.  I pretty sure she feels the same way.  I think she feels misunderstood.  She genuinely just wants to love and be loved.  She only wants to be nice and doesn't understand why others are not nice back.  This means that she will get hurt.  She will build a wall.  She will be very different in two years time.  She thinks that no one understands, but her parents understand.

It's sad thinking about this for her, the way that it never was for myself.  But this is my child and I love her.  Be strong baby!