Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music
— that transports you back to childhood.
Whenever I hear Peter, Paul and Mary, it reminds me of singing and dancing in the basement. I think I might have started listening to my mom’s eight tracks when I was about five years old.
Even at that age, I thought I understood the heartache in “Leaving on a Jet Plane.” It’s still one of my favorites.
I listened to “Puff the Magic Dragon” about a million times. There was an animated series in 1978 that I probably watched. I don’t remember watching it. Some say the song is about marijuana. Maybe. I was four or five and I wanted to live with a dragon in the land of Honalee. If someone said, “Hey, let’s go to Honalee.” I would be on the next plane.