For those of us that were of impressionable age in the 80’s and early 90’s – the power of a MIX TAPE is undeniable. The tedious hours spent selecting songs, setting the dubbing tape recorder to the EXACT spot you want, hitting play and record at the same time, and ultimately making the enduring collection of songs for that special person…it had meaning. While going through boxes in the basement this weekend, I found my last remaining box of tapes. Both those given as gifts (I always made a copy) and those given to me. Over the course of our relationship, Hubby has asked why I have kept the old beat up yellow Sony walkman…and the stereo I got my freshman year in college – with dual cassette decks. It is for this exact reason – I STILL OWN TAPES. Not many but enough. Only those that are tremendously sentimental.
Upon this discovery, I jumped for joy and quickly sought out my old walkman. After Avery went to bed, I too crawled into my bed with my trusty tapes. And listened to hours and hours of music from my youth. And reminisced….about what was and what might have been. I think the tapes from my first real love – long gone now and not seen for 11 years or so – are the best of my collection. We shared the same taste in music and he introduced me to new genres – such as the classic rock of the 60’s and 70’s. I listened to that tape first. And last.
In the morning, I woke up with my headphones on the pillow next to me, the tape player off, and my daughter cuddled up next to me. It was back to today, back to the now…but it was great to think about the past, even if it was for only a moment – as long as a 110 cassette tape.