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I Love Rock-n-Roll
A 30-day Series of Music Memories
I shared a room with my little sister until I was about seven years old. I remember the day I got my own room.
My mom helped me move all my stuff into what had previously been our guest bedroom. My brother gave me some cool magazine pages to hang on the wall of bands I liked, like Ratt, Ozzy, and Van Halen. I had a sweet My Little Pony castle. Playing with that castle and my ponies was one of my favorite ways to spend time in my new, beloved solitude.
The most important thing I had in my new room was this record player my mom put in there. I hadn’t seen it before. It must have been one she’d had in storage or picked up at a thrift store just for me. It had a welcome home in my new room, wherever it came from.
I remember the record player’s gray case. It was hard plastic with an interesting texture that collected dust as if specifically designed to capture dust. Even wiping it with a damp cloth didn’t phase the little dust particles resting deep down in the textured surface unless you really scrubbed it. The top part of the player’s case came all the way off. I’d rest it behind the player and usually forget to put it back on.
My mom and brother gave me a few records to play. I remember the “Grease” soundtrack being among those. But they were…
