Upside Down, Wishing Well
I could barely sit still as it was without George Michael's 'Faith' rattling around where my multiplication tables belonged, and the combination of a green Virginia springtime and Terence Trent's silky soul literally turned me upside down.
And by upside down, I mean upside down. I always felt like doing a handstand whenever 'Wishing Well' came on the radio. It was too hard to explain to my parents and sister when I was listening to the top 40 countdown in the living room, so I took to my room for the 'Top Eight at 8', keeping the door shut so I wouldn't have to waste precious seconds of 80's soul/handstand time running across the room in case the song snuck up on me.
I never learned to do a handstand. After the first few failed tries, thundering to the floor (I have been 6'2" since '87), someone would always yell, "What are you even DOING UP THERE?" and the truth was way too hard to explain.
So I took to just standing there on my hands in the corner of the room and walking my feet up the wall, then backing my hands up until I was casually leaning against the wall, but upside down, calmly listening to Terence Trent D'Arby, smelling the spring air through the window and trying to breathe normally.
I just remembered that -- clearly, there is some kind of theme here.