I have been obsessed with music for as long as I can remember. I am sure I was the only kid in kindergarten who could sing along to Meat Loaf’s “Bat Out of Hell”. I listened to it a lot on 8-track on days I wasn’t in school. I took music lessons for 8 years as well. It started out as a way to keep me busy when I couldn’t play with friends or was bored and it quickly grew into something else. It was an escape from the things that bothered or worried me. I could lapse into a daydream while listening to a song and enter a whole other world. Music can move me from tears to laughter and back again. It comforts me on nights when I am sick or have insomnia. It inspires me creatively. It is something I don’t think I could live without. My mp3 player is very well loved and is one of my most prized possessions. It is like it stores little pieces of my soul in there. It is said we each have a “soundtrack” to our lives and perhaps, for some, that is true. But for me, music holds the key to an entire other life where there are no boundaries or limits.