My younger brother will remember that he received a transistor radio for Christmas. I took it apart and it never worked again.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had this little handheld transistor radio that I used to sleep next to.
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.
In 1918, when I was 6 or 7 years old, radio was just coming into use in the Great War.
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.
I started in radio, again accidentally. I wasn't looking for this kind of work at all.
I spent my childhood tinkering with electronic circuits, on breadboards, as they used to be called, in particular making radio transmitters.
My brother was listening to his transistor radio. He kept switching the earpiece from one ear to the other, which I thought was his idea of a joke. 'You can't do that,' I said. 'You can only hear out of one ear.' 'No, I can hear out of both,' he answered. And that was how I discovered I was deaf in my right ear.
My father hated radio and could not wait for television to be invented so he could hate that too.
I grew up years ago doing something that unfortunately doesn't hardly exist any more, a medium called Radio.
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.