Twenty years ago, Dad uprooted the family to England for a year, where I was to wear a school uniform. I was not happy about this. I listened to my walkman a lot, to cope. Usually it was the soundtrack to my favourite movie at the time. Here's a sample:
Now, isn't that a classy video? I've had that song in my head for a week, but I'm not sure why. It really makes me think of moving to England, and of being in airports. Next week, I get to go to an airport. Several. I even get to go to England. Unfortunately, I don't have that tape anymore, though I do have a walkman, but it feels bulky now.
Sometimes, I think about how different my life would have been if the internet and mp3s were around when I was a teenager. Being distracted enough by Much Music, I don't think I would have been able to handle the extra stimuli. Obviously nothing has changed: I am supposed to be working on writing up my thesis right now but here I am, just like in my teens. That is so depressing, to know you haven't changed.
My internet spell-check does not recognise the word walkman. Not even with a capital 'W'.
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