When I was younger, my folks played the 60's-70's style 'folk' music. Neither read music, but dad played a mean guitar and beautiful picking. Mom sang like an angel and when my dad sang harmony it was like heaven come to earth. Years of cigarettes, asthma, and bronchitis stole mom's beautiful voice, and dad got too busy for music. I still miss it (I'm in my 30's now) but some of my fondest memories from childhood are of hiding in a corner when I was supposed to be in bed so I could listen to them sing.

Sheesh, makes me cry right now to remember how much I loved that and miss it. If you have kids, don't stop singing.

Cheers, Leila