I do remember sitting in my small bedroom with my prize record player. It was a blue and white case that opended up and there it was in all its glory. I even had the round spindle that would hold more than one 45 at a time.
I would carefully select my 45s in the order of the best first. On the floor of my room I sat with the 45s spread astray. I would then lay back on my bed and sing my heart out to each of my favorite songs. I would play them over and over.
I would close the door and fade away into my own little world. Me and my 45rpm records. Homework could wait!!



