Name that tune...
When I was in third grade my Dad gave me the record player that had previously been in our family living room. We had just moved into a new house down the street from our old house (both built by my Dad) and I didn't know why he didn't keep it in the living room. Maybe it was because my Mom had a big tape deck (not quite boom box) in the kitchen, their bedroom, her studio, and my Dad had his radio in the garage. There was always music playing somewhere in the house. But when I was 8, that was when I got a radio-record player combo in my room and to me, that was awesome. Before that, I had a small Fisher-Price number specifically made for kids and I was allowed to listen to records in the living room, but actually having a stereo in my room? For the first time I was allowed to listen to music of my own choosing for the first time whenever I wanted to. Even though my Mom worked from home, I often had to be quiet because she was teaching in t...