Coldplay reigns my clearest childhood memory. In Springtime, the girls in my neighborhood rolled down the streets with their new bikes in the sun sweetly picking blooming weeds. However, unlike most girls at six, I favored Coldplay over Disney soundtracks. When Mom cleaned, I spent most of my time on her bulky 2002 Dell clicking through the electric ballads of Parachutes. It was warmth to me.
