Childhood Dream

Please listen and ponder these lyrics as they apply to your own life.  What was your dream as a child?  It’s never too late.  That’s what I have to tell myself.

Mind you, I wrote and recorded this song about 20 years ago.  I didn’t have live musicians.  So I made it happen…laying down 17 layers of instruments in my Korg N264.

I would love to record this with acoustic instruments and live musicians.  Oh!  And a large choir!  That would be my ultimate dream!

Childhood Dream by Angela Mack

Written and recorded in Grafton, WI circa 1999

Remember the dream that you dreamed when you were young?

Remember the passion that burned your heart?

You used to believe… used to dream

Yet the current of this world carried you away

It’s never to late to dream again

It’s never to late to follow your passion

Why spend the rest of your life in something that your heart just isn’t in?

Here it calling (3x) ……your childhood dream

I remember the songs that I sang when I was young

I remember the people that I believed to be there

I sang with my heart……I sang with soul

with my pretend microphone in hand, I could reach the world!

Did you know that my original dream was to be a pro female baseball pitcher?  But when I saw that, in the 70s, women didn’t get to “play on TV” like the men did I didn’t think that was fair.  So I went into music instead.

I grew up at 310 W. 9th Street in Sterling, Illinois.  My family took me to St. John’s Lutheran Church.  I liked it there.  I played in the bell choir, helped my mom teach Sunday School, hung out with the youth group and found glimpses of a light that I couldn’t quite explain.

One summer, when I was around age 11, my pastor asked me to lead the music in Sunday School.  I was shocked to be asked.  Then honored.  Then scared.  I didn’t know how to play an instrument!  So I had to “quick learn the auto harp”.  And so I did.

Spirituality and music would become two key components in my life.  Granted, I have walked away from them during certain seasons of life.  However, I seem to always come back.  Like it or not, this is my center.  This is my core.  It’s what makes me unique.  What components do you keep coming back to?  What is at your core?


Photo of St. John’s Lutheran Church in Sterling Illinois by Angie Mack Reilly