The first time I heard Riptide by Vance Joy I knew I would love it. From the opening strum of the ukulele to the nonsensical lyrics, the entire song connected with my lighthearted nature, but I could never have guessed how important the song would become to me. I spent the summer after ninth grade at a debate camp in Austin. I happened to be one of the youngest people there, so I tried to keep quiet, hoping not to make a fool of myself. Thus, over the first week I did not make many friends. You can imagine my surprise, then, when I got an invitation to join the seniors on a tour of the city.
I was sitting alone, away from the rest of the group, when the song began. “Lady, running down to the riptide.” Even in my timid state, I could not help
I was sitting alone, away from the rest of the group, when the song began. “Lady, running down to the riptide.” Even in my timid state, I could not help