So, here’s a little bit of back story.
My folks have never been on the hard edge of technology. That’s not a shot at them, they’re just not early adopters. So, growing up we weren’t a family with camcorders and stuff. But regardless of that, my folks still did a good job of capturing some of the animation of me and my sister’s childhood.
One of those techniques was to take a little Radio Shack tape recorder and microphone and record us talking to each other, or talking to them. There are dozens of tapes in my father’s stash with little clips of our weird adolescent voices. Currently, he’s going through and digitizing all those tapes for easier reference.
Tonight, he dropped one such file on my desk and I couldn’t help but share.
This is about four minutes of a conversation from 1988 between me and my father about various things. Let me tell you though, for a three year old, I say “microphone” quite well.
July 10th, 2008 at 6:22 pm
Hahaha, “microphrone”.