“I still remember being small enough to sit on your lap, sing as you patiently held up colourful cue cards and danced around the room. I remember the thrill I got upon receiving the black “big girl” music bag with a strap. I remember the first time I penciled in a line of solfége. By myself. I remember tartan kilts and pantyhose; black dresses and sparkly earrings. I still remember all the words to She’s Like the Swallow. I remember Biggar, New York, Newfoundland, Montreal and Italy. I remember years of choir camps, and talent shows; rehearsals and recording sessions; performances and practice, practice, practice. But mostly, I remember the irreplaceable feeling of being surrounded by the wonderful sounds our voices made.”