There was a moment, some years ago in a St Kilda(圣基尔达，墨尔本海滨郊区) summer, when our family was driving along a busy street, the car windows down, belting out(高声唱出) Eric Carmen’s Make Me Lose Control. I had one of those out-of-body experiences parents sometimes get, where you get a clear view of your younger, cooler self looking on in a state of acute embarrassment and despair.(我经历了为人父母者偶尔会有的灵魂出窍体验——你清晰地看见那个更年轻、更酷的自己，正带着极度尴尬和绝望的神情旁观。)
几年前圣基尔达的一个夏天，我们全家开车行驶在繁忙的街道上，车窗摇下，高声唱着埃里克·卡门的《Make Me Lose Control》。那一刻，我经历了为人父母者偶尔会有的灵魂出窍般的体验——你清晰地看见那个更年轻、更酷的自己，正带着极度尴尬和绝望的神情旁观这一切。
How the hell(到底怎么，究竟怎么) had this happened?
这到底是怎么发生的？
There is no better way to examine your own prejudices than attempting to raise children engaged in cultural things.(要审视自己的偏见，最好的办法莫过于试着养育参与文化活动的孩子。) Taking their lead(跟随他们的脚步) has led me to strange territories, including ballet, medieval festivals and the Gruffalo stage show. But as we enter the hinterland(腹地，内地) of adolescence, music continues to be the most revealing(揭示性的，暴露内心的) and unpredictable of journeys.
要审视自己的偏见，最好的办法莫过于试着养育参与文化活动的孩子。跟随他们的脚步，我踏入了许多陌生领域，包括芭蕾、中世纪节庆和《咕噜牛》舞台剧。但当我们步入青春期的腹地，音乐依然是最能暴露内心、也最难以预测的旅程。