I’m skipping day 28 because songs don’t make me feel guilty. So onwards to the penultimate post in this challenge.
Of the first: my daddy would strum this on his guitar in his room while I belted out the chorus (the only part I really knew) while musing, at the age of 6, who the heck Sally was.
Of the second: Embarassingly, this was my favourite CD around the same time as the Oasis songs. Why? Because it had song lyrics printed on the inside cover that I could easily sing along to. Besides, the song was clearly about me. In all my childhood wisdom.