Decades ago as a child, on my way home from school walking, we saw him playing his guitar everyday. One daybwe decided to hold hands and dance around him in a circle while he played.

He started aging louder and louder and singing louder on the top of his lungs. We got so hyped and sled up spinning around him until we all fell down and laughed and he laughed too and was so happy.

Then we went home.