

Songs have been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. I vividly recall that when I was little, my day revolved around when my parents would get home from work and I would force them, before they even had the chance to eat dinner, to do the hokey pokey for me.
Before long, I’d be joining in and encouraging my quietly awkward, not-particularly-interested-in-performing siblings to get up with me to perform the song.
It signalled the first time the people around me realised (and perhaps on a subconscious level I did too) that I simply was a terrible singer and a suitably un-coordinated dancer. It was also among the first of many times that I experienced the power of songs in helping children and their parents to bond and learn together.
Lucky for me, I managed to make sure I still engaged with the most significant songs and performances when I was a child, always the kid at the front of the Christmas concert singing too loudly and performing too enthusiastically.
