Fact: it is Friday. {Cassettes}

Fact: it is Friday: Where I talk about myself. On Fridays.

I don't talk about my babies, unless I want to, which sometimes I might. But mostly Fact: it is Friday is when I'm going to maybe tell you something you didn't know about me.
Or maybe a story from my bucktoothed-childhood or bratty teenage years.

Becky Fact 9: I still nurse a soft spot for my first favorite "band," the Backstreet Boys.

As a child I had a boom box, and it did not play cds. (Of course, I was only 11 when that was rectified and I got a new boom box that could play my Brittany Spears and Spice Girls cds.)

Before I got my own cassettes and cds, I had a few of my mother's cassettes with songs from the 70s like "My Boyfriend's back," or "Little Runaway" (which is why I know all the words to the songs that they play at DI).

I would listen to the cassette from beginning to end and then have to rewind it to start again.

I would move around my room, from lying on the bed, to the sitting on the floor (probably drawing pictures of cartoon animals) - although most of the time I was in front of my full length mirror shaking my thang and singing my tone deaf heart out to my reflection. 

I had a few blank cassettes and I would listen to the radio, waiting for songs that I liked and try to record them. I ended up with several mixed tapes, in which the first few seconds of all the songs were missing.

But I didn't mind. 

Then, one fine day (in probably fourth grade) I went to a super awesome birthday party at the roller rink (do you miss the 90s or what?) and I came home with a brown paper goodie bag.

Stuffed inside was a cassette.

My first cassette that wasn't a musical hand me down.

It was the Backstreet Boys. 

And HOLY COW. Those boys could sing. I was mildly obsessed. 

I knew every single word of every single song and I would listen, rewind. Listen, rewind. Listen, rewind. ALL DAY.  Nothing got on my nerves like hearing my mom or sister singing those songs with the wrong lyrics. What was wrong with them?

For my cousin Chelsea's birthday that year my aunt Diane took us to the Backstreet Boys Millennium Concert.  

They were all in white jumpsuits. They threw roses out at the audience. And I knew that if they could just meet me, they would know how awesome I am. 

And they would fall in love with me.

And we would have a long and beautiful romance followed by a spectacular wedding. (Yes. In 2000, I was 11 years old. What of it?)

And the world has left cassettes in its dust, just like the 8 track. (Records have not been left quite so far behind, because people still think records are cool, even if they're pretty obsolete.)

And I can't lie and say that I miss cassettes, although sometimes I feel bad for the youths of today.  Listening to music just doesn't require any effort. All you have to do is get your booty on to Pandora and have the air around you filled with a constant stream of music, which you can allow yourself to tune into or ignore.

There's no rewinding. No stopping, playing, rewinding a little further, stopping, listening, fast-forwarding a little. 

You know.

Unless of course, you are bit younger than I am.

So what was your first cassette or cd? What do you still know all the words to?

Friday Fact. Write one.

 


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Fact: it is Friday. 

I think you should do it too. 

And here are your instructions (not really rules...):

1. Write a fact about yourself.

2. Elaborate.

3. It can be long or short, detailed or not.

4. Don't write about your kids. (Unless you want to. Because, I mean... it's your blog. I can't stop you from writing about your kids.)

5. Link up to this blog, so we can all read some facts, and not feel bad that we dropped out of school to be stay-at-home moms. (Since if we're reading facts, then we are still learning.)

6. You're not a dropout like me? Or a stay at home mom? No biggie. You can still play.

Can't think of what to write? Start like this:

Fact: When I was a kid I was really good at...

or

Fact: My biggest pet peeve is...

or

Fact: I have a third nipple.

Etc.

Fact: I would love it if you clicked below to vote for me: