Mixed tapes
I have always had an extreme obsession with music. It is amazing how a good song can enhance a joyous occasion or take the edge off a painful one. I remember getting my first Walkman when I was 10 years old. The idea that I could take my favorite songs anywhere I went was so special to me. Unlike the compact portable music players we see nowadays, the original portable cassette players were the size of a 300 page paperback novel so it was akward lugging it everywhere clipped to my pants. But I didn't care that everyone mocked me for having this monstrosity permanently attached to me, I had music and I was happy.
Getting my first Walkman also fueled my passion for creating mixed tapes. It was an art form, putting together the right sequence of songs to accurately convey thoughts and feelings. All my tapes tell the story of my teenage years and this weekend, during a much needed house cleaning, I was forced with the difficult decision of whether or not to continue storing them. These tapes don't get played anymore, I don't even have a tape player, but they carry with them a lot of memories of my youth. I'm not sure what the rules are on storing items filled with valuable memories. But because space is limited, it's unreasonable for me to hoard the precious reminders of what's now history. So with a heavy heart, and, I'm embarrassed to admit, a few tears, I discarded my mixed tapes and said goodbye to yet another reminder that I existed before now.
Getting my first Walkman also fueled my passion for creating mixed tapes. It was an art form, putting together the right sequence of songs to accurately convey thoughts and feelings. All my tapes tell the story of my teenage years and this weekend, during a much needed house cleaning, I was forced with the difficult decision of whether or not to continue storing them. These tapes don't get played anymore, I don't even have a tape player, but they carry with them a lot of memories of my youth. I'm not sure what the rules are on storing items filled with valuable memories. But because space is limited, it's unreasonable for me to hoard the precious reminders of what's now history. So with a heavy heart, and, I'm embarrassed to admit, a few tears, I discarded my mixed tapes and said goodbye to yet another reminder that I existed before now.
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