Cassette tapes, that is.
I'd pop License to Ill into the tape deck of my 1986 Chrysler and blast "Paul Revere" as I drove up and down the coast with my friends, a cold Peach Snapple between my knees (drink holder? What drink holder? Those were for fancy cars!) and strawberry lip gloss so potent you could smell me coming a mile away smeared across my lips.
The other day, I found this on sale at Target. It was in the clearance bin for $.75.
Of course, I bought it.
I'm pretty sure that kids these days probably don't even know what they are...those funny-looking plastic contraptions taking up space on the cover of a notebook that could have something cool on it, like Justin Bieber (he's still cool, right?) or Angry Birds.
And so, I'll reminisce about the "good old days," when I had a box full of mixed tapes I made from recording songs off the radio (so resourceful we were, back then), and wonder what kinds of things my kids will stop and reminisce about when they're grown and have children of their own.
Books, maybe?
Do you remember staring at the radio, finger hovering "record" so as not to miss any part of the song that was for your mix?! I believe they are called playlists now...
ReplyDeleteUmmm, YES! I totally remember that. I also remember calling radio stations to request songs - like, from a phone that was plugged into a wall - and then waiting anxiously for my song to play. Ha!
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