I must be the wierd one here. Neither my mother nor my father sang to or with me, while I was a child. However, sometimes my brother, sister and I sang rounds on one of the many long family car-trips - the usual ones for kids - and my sister and I had a radio in our room. Since the first ten years of my life were in the 60's, and we moved to a backwater for several more years where the music was not the "latest", I was fortunate enough to be serenaded by folk-music.
But I think what I remember most vividly of childhood music, and this may seem odd, was sitting outside a door every sunday listening to a neighbor practice on his bagpipes. I think he must have been very good. I really like celtic music.
Eluned