The Walkman or What I used to do before I started working

I was born in 1975. The Sony Walkman was developed in '79 I think. My family didn't get it's first Walkman until the 80s and I think it was my mom who got it. That big bulky thing with raised buttons was one of the best things that had ever happened to me. Not that I didn't always love music, but I compare the experience of first listening to the Walkman to the first time I listened to an Apple iPod. Total transportation. An insulated, private, perhaps even revolutionary moment. I was maybe nine or ten and having borrowed my mom's Walkmen I would lie in my parents bed listening to whatever cassette tapes we had. I would listen to Elvis' Christmas album and I thought it was magical or I would just listen to the radio to whatever caught my ear.

By the time I was eleven after we had moved from Brooklyn to the Bronx, one of my favorite things to do was listen to my dad's Patrice Rushen (yeah, I listened to my parents' music) tape and lip sync to it in the bathroom mirror or the wall length mirror we had in the living room. That rocked my world. It was like being in my own music video. I had a pretty big imagination in those days. 

I don't think life will ever be that simple again.