Yesterday I had the joy of sharing one of those “back in my day” stories with my daughters…
While I was looking through some pictures from a trip my husband and I took to Paris-B.C. (before children), I found something from my childhood that I have been looking for for years!
When I was about 10 years old, I wanted a tape recorder for Christmas. I remember the day I got that red tape recorder and a set of blue “k-mart special” blank tapes, and it was the best present ever! My sister and I spent countless hours recording ourselves singing and recording songs off of the radio.
Imagine my delight when I found one of those k-mart tapes last night in the box with my old pictures! It was like Christmas all over again! I patiently waited until the next morning to play it in my mini-van… (yes, we have probably one of the last mini-vans to have a cassette player in it!)
I carefully slid the tape into the tape deck, not even sure if it would still play- but sure enough, I heard the crackly sound of the tape loud and clear. It was like going back in time 28 years… I heard snippets of songs we recorded from the radio while we played in the background… then my sister and I sang our little hearts out. We sang “The Greatest Love of All” in perfect unison, a cappella- and the sound was eerily familiar. It could have easily been my own two girls belting out that tune. My sister and I sounded just like my girls!
When my girls got into the van with me, I had to explain what we were listening to.
“Back in my day, we didn’t have cell phones with video recorders… or cd’s or youtube or iPods… We had to make “mix tapes”. We had to actually *gasp* wait for our favorite song to come on the radio and then time it just right to record it on our cassette tape. Then we had to be really, really quiet so that we couldn’t hear ourselves on the tape.”
They looked at me like I was an alien. They were not impressed.
We continued to listen to the tape, and I had to stifle my laughter as I heard my sister and I telling each other “Shhh!!!”. And then we couldn’t help ourselves… as soon as the chorus to a song we were trying to record came on, we belted it out. The funny part was that we never, ever knew the words to the verses- we just made them up.
And while I was deep in nostalgic thought, listening to my childhood mix-tape, my own girls were bickering and belting out their own favorite tunes in the back of our mini van…
plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose!