I got into big trouble when I was a kid. My friend had a 45 of Chuck Berry doing My Ding-a-ling and we would play it over and over. One day while we were playing it we marched around his room with magic markers clutched in our hands. We pretty much drew over everything (in time to the music though).
I was maybe four.
Big trouble.
That memory always comes back whenever I hear (or think about) that song.
As for the National Ding-a-ling day... Mal, you know you don't need a special day for me to love you. I love you every day.
