The other day I was driving home after picking up my daughter from her school bus stop and all of a sudden an “oldie but goodie” came on the radio.

“Ooh, baby, baby

Where did our love go?

Ooh, don't you want me

Don't you want me no more…”

If you’re a baby boomer you know the song made famous by the Supremes.Immediately the song took me back to my childhood and the days when my next door neighbors and I would imitate Diana, Mary and Flo in the middle of our street.Of course, I was always Diana because I was the oldest and just knew I could sing and Loretta and Lynetta were my background vocals.

I don’t know if this is an ethnic thing or not, but when we did our thing we had to have towels on our heads.That was to simulate our long flowing hair because you had to have long flowing hair as a singer.Our hair was always in braids and we wouldn’t dare take those braids loose for fear of the pain of having them re-braided and the pain we would feel on our behinds for doing something we weren’t supposed to.

As I continued to drive, I turned up the radio a little louder (the very thing I tell my daughter NOT to do) and I wailed my heart out—remembering a time and place where it was so much fun to be a little girl who dreamed of being a “Supreme.”

I would imagine many little girls got together and imitated The Supremes.