Remembering the Radio

One of my very first memories that is clear and stays with me is my first radio. It was red and white and the FM stations sounded great. I was probably 8 or 9 when I got it. It was a huge deal for me because I loved music and wanted to listen at night in my room. One day my dad took me down to Radio Shack (this was before Walmart, folks!) and let me pick it out. I was so excited! That small radio went everywhere with me. I clearly remember sitting on the front porch of my grandparents house listening to country music with my cousin. I thought it was the best thing ever! For some reason it was the first thing that I really thought of as mine. My daughter will never have the joy of that front porch where we played all day and listened to music. But I hope that even with all of the tech gadgets we have now that someday she will enjoy the simplicity that once was my red and white radio.