Christmas came early for our 10-year-old granddaughter, Karson . She attended her first concert, a performance in Columbia by teen singing sensation Miley Cyrus , who also is known as Hannah Montana in movies and on TV.
Her Aunt Sandy arranged the tickets and drove her to the arena. Our involvement was to take Karson's telephone call the day before the show after she was told about the tickets. That call was one loud, rapid-fire scream. "Excited" is inadequate to describe the youngster's reaction to the news.
Karson had her nails done and her hair curled the day of the show so she would fit in with a gaggle of other screaming preteen girls. She didn't sleep a lot that weekend.
I told her she had a tradition to maintain. Nearly 20 years earlier, Karson's mother helped write this column for me after attending her first concert -- New Kids on the Block at the Augusta-Richmond County Civic Center. Now it was Karson's turn. As I sometimes say: Like mother, like daughter.
"Miley is awesome," Karson wrote. "I went all the way to Columbia. There was a huge line. It went around the block."
If you don't know of Miley Cyrus, it is difficult to explain how popular she is -- a 16-year-old excuse to print money. Her father is country music singer Billy Ray Cyrus , and they have a TV show.
"She is so cool," Karson continued. "My favorite song was Party in the U.S.A. I nearly lost my voice, singing and screaming. There was fireworks and really cool stunts.
"I bought a shirt, book, light and other stuff. I sang all the songs with her. I screamed my head off. Seeing her in person was great. Dancing and singing was so much fun. Go. Miley Cyrus!!"
The night wasn't perfect, however. Karson didn't like the opening act, called Metro Station.
"They stunk," she told me.
Two decades before, Kylie was 11 when my wife, JoAn , took her to see New Kids on the Block, five or so young men who were magnets for teenage and preteen girls at the time.
JoAn was on medication after having root-canal surgery that day, but the crowded civic center was still a painful experience for her. Not so for Kylie.
"It was finally the day I had been waiting for," she wrote in this column that week. "Wednesday, Feb. 28, 1990. It was the day for the New Kids on the Block concert.
"My heart was beating about 50 times faster than it usually did. Mom and I bought a T-shirt, then found our seats. One minute passed ... two .... three ... four ... five ... six. I was growing restless."
As the opening act performed, Kylie grew even more restless. Then another act. The night dragged on.
"After a few minutes, the lights went out again," she wrote. "People were screaming louder than I had ever heard. My heart was flying. Surely now the New Kids would come on."
Instead, it was a group of girls, not something our 11-year-old wanted to see.
"But the Fabulous 5 did finally come out, and when they did, I thought paramedics would have to rush me to the hospital and make my heart slow down," our daughter wrote. "The way they moved, the way they sang, it thrilled me.
"After that, the concert was over. We left. That night I put in my diary that Feb. 28, 1990, was the greatest day of my life."
Karson truly is her mother's daughter, and they both have the memories to prove it.
Reach Glynn Moore at (706) 823-3419 or firstname.lastname@example.org.