Aug 13
The object that means the most to me is my ipod. When It was given to me, I was preloaded with all my dad’s music. Music from his childhood. So as time went along I replaced his music with mine. I sought an identity of my own. Music, to me was an identity, So I sought something that was purely mine and mine alone. Obscure punk that none of my classmates ever heard of. It gave me a sense of individuality. But as time went on , I longed for my the music in which my dad gave me. The music was his, in effect giving himself to me. I then continued to hunt down all the music I had remembered listening to from the original ipod library. The ipod really isn’t all that important to me, but rather the memories that it contained.
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