My first transistor radio was the heart of my gadget love today. It fit in my hand and brought me a world of music 24 / 7.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had this little handheld transistor radio that I used to sleep next to.
My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then 'just one more' until your favourite track comes on.
My father ran a CB radio business. I grew up in a cluttered space that was filled with radios and antennas. It felt alien.
Radio was my life growing up. Then, I started in our family band with my uncle, my father, my aunt and my little brother. We would go to The Chicken Box and all the bars and play.
That radio was very important for me. It meant I always knew what was going on in the world.
I remember a great America where we made everything. There was a time when the only thing you got from Japan was a really bad cheap transistor radio that some aunt gave you for Christmas.
The radio was my pal. I was just crazy about it.
When I was a teenager in the late 30's and early 40's, electronics wasn't a word. You were interested in radio if you were interested in electronics.
My younger brother will remember that he received a transistor radio for Christmas. I took it apart and it never worked again.
Do you remember those AM radio kits you get as a kid, and you build your own AM radio? Well, I never actually built one. But I did get them as a gift, for, like, 3 Christmases in a row, and I hated them.