I loved my tape walkman. I loved my cd walkman. I loved my ipod.
But more than that, I loved the things they exposed me to. I stole my dad's queen cassettes and listened to them until the batteries couldn't spin the reel anymore.
Then I discovered that walkmans could play mp3s, and I had cds full of eclectic rubbish.
Then I got an ipod , and another, and another, and another. Then I used that ipod to put custom firmware on my ps3, because it could.
These devices were all magic as a kid. But the magic wasn't the devices. It was the MUSIC all along.
And the bloody paper folio's that held cds. So many cds.
RE: Portable CD Players. That was a Horrible Time to be Alive!