When I was young I seized any opportunity to sing, and I expecially loved to sing whenever I walked (which I did a lot; I think much of my childhood was spent walking the backroads of Santa Clara County). I think when I was a child I used to fantasize about being "discovered" that way. Possible, if only I'd grown up in a place where there was a music biz...

I sing rather loudly, by the way; the lower register notes come out better that way. I usually lowered the volume when I passed a fellow traveler, but not always.

I haven't sung so much lately while walking, because I'm usually trudging somewhere with my son who'd rather play pretending games, and I don't want him to come to hate it when Mama starts singing. But when I'm alone in the car, I sing constantly -- and sometimes even when Martin is along. Once he's through the pretending phase, we'll start doing walking chanteys. I can't wait to teach him harmony.

Claire