In some ways, for me, it's kind of a blur. I only remember a few different years... mostly because of extreme joy and delight... or extreme disappointment...
Back when I was in junior high... I had a radio that was similar to this in my bedroom...
My dad graduated from high school in 1948... I was using this in 1976... so it was a little obsolete.
At the time, I also had an alarm clock similar to this...
It was pretty bad... but it was all I knew. Sometimes if you don't know what's out there... you are happier.
Then... I saw ads for... this beautiful thing:
I wanted one of these new-fangled clock radio contraptions for Christmas. I wanted it badly. In fact, in order to guarantee the success of this Christmas gift being mine... I made sure it was the only thing I asked my parents to get me.
It was all I asked for... a clock radio of my very, very own.
I remember there were several boxes under the tree for me on Christmas Eve...one was just the right size for a box containing the clock radio for which I longed.
So, I opened that box first... and inside of that box... that box that held all the promise of a teenage girl's hopes and dreams... was...
It did have a lift out tray... so that was kind of cool... but...
At least there were still two other good-sized boxes under the tree for me... My hopes were still alive.
When I was allowed to open another gift.... I opened the next largest gift... It wasn't a clock radio.
When I opened my last gift...
They hadn't done that... There was no clock radio... There was a heck of a lot of luggage, though.
And my parents conspiracy to keep me away from that devil-inspired rock-n-roll music was slightly successful... for a while longer.
At least I'm not bitter.