kraftiekortie wrote:
I went to Pickwick Day Camp when I was 6.
They made us sing “Doe, a deer, a female deer” constantly.
I hated that song.
They were teaching us to tie our shoes to that song.
I helped to paint a garden shed while the kids (parents?) were singing that song. It was the first time I heard it.
I think I was about seven. I felt embarrassed that I didn't understand what on earth do / re / mi (etc)., had to do with music theory. (That's me, always looking at the details). I told the kids I was sick and went home because I felt dumb
for not knowing what do / re / mi was all about musically. (I still don't know)
I pick 3. That sounds God awful.
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