I love when a song captures a moment perfectly in your memory. I hear this song, and I remember being a tan, blondish-haired 5th grader (sunbleached from the Alabama Summer), sitting on my family’s back deck. I had my round-cornered beastly CD player boombox playing this CD single on repeat. I’d bought it for $1.99 earlier that day at Wal-Mart, along with the American Girl magazine I was currently enjoying while my Dad grilled steaks on the other side of the deck. It was the 4th of July, and soon we’d be parked in an obscure back parking lot of an abandoned business in downtown Birmingham (The MAGIC City?) watching fireworks explode over the head of the Vulcan that watched over our city. Mmm. Perfect.