Personal Narrative: The One Dollar Bin
The One Dollar Bin
It’s a bit over 8 PM and the house is completely still, no one is home except for me. All that is heard is the rapid typing of the keyboard, and Jim Morrison’s voice resonating from my record player. Most people fear being left alone, but not me. I welcome it as a friend, as truthfully I am never alone. Yes, I have my friends and family who I love dearly, and never fail to be there for me, but at the hardest time of my life, I found a new passion. Record collecting. Now, I should start by saying that I am a nineteen-year-old college student, who frankly doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life, and majors in engineering. But also, I should say I bought my first records when I was sixteen. Many people of the older …show more content…
While I don’t recall every album I bought, I do want to say I got at least five records, on top of The Stranger, I also got Glass Houses. I even remember my mom asking me “are you sure dad is buying you a record player?” I remember nodding enthusiastically as I spent my work money on a few records. So when December came, I FINALLY got my record player, and much like a young child, I ran upstairs, quickly plugged in the record player and begun playing Billy Joel’s It’s Still Rock and Roll to me. This excitement to this day has never left. Sadly no one has told me that record collecting is an addicting hobby, and two years since I began collecting, I managed to collect a total of two hundred records. While the collection keeps expanding, with every record I risk eviction, as well, my mom isn’t too pleased when a record is stashed in my closet. However, I am sure she understands just how much happiness it brings to me. While I may have a huge number of records, each record has a story behind it. I am able to tell you the reason I bought that record, where I bought it, and the significance it has on my life. While record collecting gave me a hobby, it also gave me
It’s a bit over 8 PM and the house is completely still, no one is home except for me. All that is heard is the rapid typing of the keyboard, and Jim Morrison’s voice resonating from my record player. Most people fear being left alone, but not me. I welcome it as a friend, as truthfully I am never alone. Yes, I have my friends and family who I love dearly, and never fail to be there for me, but at the hardest time of my life, I found a new passion. Record collecting. Now, I should start by saying that I am a nineteen-year-old college student, who frankly doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life, and majors in engineering. But also, I should say I bought my first records when I was sixteen. Many people of the older …show more content…
While I don’t recall every album I bought, I do want to say I got at least five records, on top of The Stranger, I also got Glass Houses. I even remember my mom asking me “are you sure dad is buying you a record player?” I remember nodding enthusiastically as I spent my work money on a few records. So when December came, I FINALLY got my record player, and much like a young child, I ran upstairs, quickly plugged in the record player and begun playing Billy Joel’s It’s Still Rock and Roll to me. This excitement to this day has never left. Sadly no one has told me that record collecting is an addicting hobby, and two years since I began collecting, I managed to collect a total of two hundred records. While the collection keeps expanding, with every record I risk eviction, as well, my mom isn’t too pleased when a record is stashed in my closet. However, I am sure she understands just how much happiness it brings to me. While I may have a huge number of records, each record has a story behind it. I am able to tell you the reason I bought that record, where I bought it, and the significance it has on my life. While record collecting gave me a hobby, it also gave me