Mom and I went to Cleveland for our vacation. I liked the zoo. My favorite part was the gorillas. While we were eating our cereal in the hotel the next morning, I asked Mom if we could go back to the zoo.
“We’re going to doing something different today, Mikey,” she said. “We’re going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.”
“Hall of Fame?” I said. “What’s that?” I was thinking about a hallway. A hallway didn’t sound like very much fun.
“A museum,” Mom said.
A museum doesn’t sound like very much fun when you’re only nine years old, even if it does have rock and roll. Mom was excited about it, though, so that’s where we went. It looked a little bit cool on the inside. There was a real car hanging from the ceiling, covered in little tiny mirrors, all shiny. Mom said it was from a U2 concert, whatever U2 is.
I wasn’t really listening to the music until I heard a song that went “Here comes the sun and I say it’s alright.” I liked that song a lot. It made me think I had been there before.
“Mom, have we been here before?” I asked.
She looked at me like I said something funny. “No, silly. We’ve never been to Cleveland.”
I got a little bored after that song was over. We saw a lot of guitars and clothes and stuff. Mom was pretty excited about some of it; I guess it was from bands she liked. I didn’t really care until we got up to the second floor.
Then I said something funny. I said, “That’s my sitar!” I don’t know why I said that, because I don’t even know what “sitar” means. All I saw was some weird stretched-out guitar thing behind some glass case that said “Beatles.” I smiled. That’s not even how you spell beetles.
Mom looked at me funny again. “Mikey, do you know what reincarnation means?”
I bunched up my shoulders ’cause I didn’t know what she meant. I just pressed my face up against the glass because everything in that case looked interesting, like I saw it before. Like it used to be mine.
Mom took my hand, and we walked over to a big poster. It had four guys sitting on the floor wearing funny Army uniforms in really bright colors. She pointed to the guy on the end. “Do you know who that is?” she asked me.
I said something else funny. I said, “That’s me.” I didn’t know why I said that either.
“That’s George Harrison,” Mom said. “The day he died was the same day you were born.”
Then she told me what reincarnation means.