Rest in peace Sony cassette Walkman, rest in peace. You sure gave me some good times, fun times, I'll never forget. Man, do I remember my first Walkman. I was probably 9 or 10 years old and it was yellow. All my friends either had a yellow or black Walkman. The Walkman for us, was like having an iPod today. Every kid had one and it was the gadget to have. Ah man. Good times. Fun times.


All the neighborhood kids would hang out after school with our Walkmans attached to our heads boppin' to the beats of MJ & Janet. There was always one crazy kid in the bunch who swore he could do the moonwalk better than Michael and would break out in some funky moves, followed by trying to do the head spin on the sidewalk. We'd all follow in suit trying to prove who was the best dancer in our crew. We're lucky none of us end up with head injuries as a result of our shenanigans. Ah man. Good times. Fun times.

At home, I would listen to my walkman while dancing in front of the mirror. The off-key sounds of Rick Astley, Debbie Gibson, Tiffany and Madonna could be heard belting from mouth as I pretended to be a superstar. Ah man. Good times. Fun times.

That was the era of big hair, acid washed jeans and exaggerated make-up. Yeah man, I remember all too well my puffy bangs and how I tried to sneak on make up when I got older. My bangs were so big it was hard to tell if they were bangs or a bun. Oh, don't let me get started on the make up. It always appeared as though I had black & blue bruised eyes because the application was so heavy. But let's talk about the shows back then. Who could forget the sitcoms & t.v. programs of the 80's. By far the 80's produced the best shows ever! The Cosby Show, Family Ties, Growing Pains and too many others to recall. And networks don't make Saturday morning programing nearly as good as they did back then. Anyone remember Punky Brewster and the Smurfs? Ah man. Good times. Fun times.

Dear sweet Sony cassette Walkman... Remembering the times I had with you brings back memories of so many wonderful moments. But you're gone and life must go on. And in your passing you remind me of just how old I truly am. Yes, indeed. Do you know my 9yo had no idea what a Walkman is and could barely  recall a cassette tape? I had to give him a history lesson. But it's okay, because even though he will never know you, dear sweet Walkman, I will never forget you. You were part of some truly good times, fun times. Yeah man, good times, fun times...