Things I Miss Friday

Inspired by my previous post on my current love for podcasts, I got to thinking about my first foray into choosing my own radio programming: the light purple AM/FM radio my parents bought for me when I was ten.  It didn't have a tape deck, so I just listened to the radio (Top 40, of course). I tried to find a picture of this radio, but I can't.  It probably cost $15 at Shoprite or something. 

I have one picture in which you can see half the radio, but I can't post it because then you'll also see: *my mid-80s permed hair *my mid-80s plastic glasses *my bright red bedroom *my Bop and Tiger Beat posters *my red corduroy pants So, no.  I have terrible nightmares of someone taking that picture and forwarding it all over the intarwebs so that I become a worldwide laughingstock.  No thanks.  When I write a book about myself or my family, I promise to put it in the middle section with all the pictures.

For now, I'm thinking about my little purple radio and when I started learning what kind of music I liked and how that whole time is when you really start forging your own identity.  So what if my identity was built on Madonna and Wham?  I <3 80s music.

Comments

[Lori]

I had a similar radio when I was a kid, except mine was a light pinky-peachy color!