The first treasure I'm going to write about is my first boombox. Do you remember these brown things? They were heffers. This tape player could be used instead of a hammer to build a house -- it's that heavy. It should be something you keep by your bedside at night if you live in a rough neighborhood.
Oh, how about a nice tape of music to fall asleep to? Don't mind if I do.
Wait, did you hear that? Someone's trying to break in.
Thank goodness I have my trusty brown Fisher-Price tape player that, compared to a Walkman, has a be-donk-a-donk. It'll knock that robber's face in.
This tape player allowed me to listen to my numerous editions of Wee Sing. Do note that I couldn't get enough of Wee Sing: Silly Songs. It taught me that if my name was Michael Finnegan, I would die and begin again. It also taught me that because I'm fat and stupid, I should just go eat worms, among other life lessons. This tape player, ehem, I mean boom box, taught me how to sing.