Zig-A-Zig-Ah
You slide on your favorite pink flip-flops and walk out into the sunshine, avoiding the chalk art you drew the day before, simultaneously clipping your Walkman to the loop of your denim jeans. After placing the slightly worn headphones over your ears, you remove the cassette tape from your pocket and carefully place it into the predetermined gap, being sure to set it in the correct position – having experienced that all too common problem before. Holding the moderately sized device in your hand, you push the smooth, black, slighty raised rectangular button in the center of the console, impatiently waiting the few agonizing seconds it takes for the music to start. You hop on your bike and ride towards the school playground a few blocks away from the house, silently singing along to a chorus of Mmmbop, tapping your fingers against the handlebars. You immediately begin to get lost in the soft hum of the ride, the swift beat of the music. Eventually, wondering if anything will ever be as good as this moment, as this undeniable freedom. It’s isn’t until years later, you realize life is but a fleeting moment and you must savor each and every single smile, every single note . . . or start a blog so you can reminisce about 90′s music as much as you like and never have to apologize for it. You know, either one. It’s like that time you had so much fun talking about Nsync and No Doubt you wanted to do it again, and again, and again.
