Ah, what a tale you've spun, weaving the threads of time through the life of your humble life you, my dear tape head. Reminds me of my own journey, you see, from the days of horse-drawn carriages to these modern cars whizzing by on the streets.

Just like you, I've seen the world change before my very eyes. People used to gather 'round the fire for stories and songs, much like that family who gathered 'round you. But now, it's all shiny screens, and nobody seems to have the time for a good ol' fashioned chat. No mp3 can induce the same amount of endorphins. What a pity

But do they care? And just like that we're all bound for the dustbin of history eventually, ain't we?

Ough ough, those times though...

Thank you for your entry Amina. It's just that my chair shares the same sentiments as your tape recorder but only more intense. He has a bit of a habit to exaggerate! My apologies on his behalf...