I Had A Music Box

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We reminiscence of a precious gift that can make your eyes brimmed with tears of joy, and make your heart abundant with love. That’s the kind of gift that my grandmother provided for me at the tender sweet age of 11. As a matter of fact, not only did I find what a music box really was; I also confirmed a history of love from my grandmother. The past of my grandmother and grandfather and how they loved swaying to the sound of the “music box”. The year 1998, I stumbled upon my love for the first “music box” I had ever laid my eyes on. I had seen a late night infomercial for songs of the golden oldie 50 's. Although I should have been asleep, my eyes infatuated on this enormous, dark brown and oblong-shape box with outstretched sides. On the very top surface of this, “music box’’ had a slew of songs to choose from. Mesmerized from watching the bright lights that were a playful color that seemed to tread with the music fascinated more than anything I had ever experienced at that time. I eagerly listened to the infomercial that bewitched me because of the “music box.” Moreover, I actually cherished listening to the vintage songs that they played. For some time, this was the only I could coax myself into going to sleep majority of the nights. In fact, this particular infomercial would have the fast, upbeat tune of Elvis- Hound dog, and then it would slow down to Richie Valens- Donna. Consequently, I had insufficient interest in purchasing the remastered CD; however I was engrossed in knowing how I could get my hands on this whimsical “music box”. Occasionally, I would go on a rendezvous shopping trip with my Grandma. Underneath my grandmothers firm thighs you would find my undersized, dainty arms encased around her leg... ... middle of paper ... ...d in thick dust particles. The antenna wire was loose from the bottom of the jukebox. The picture that my grandmother taped on the back of the jukebox was still intact with only a little tear. Words could not explain the overwhelming emotions that came over me as I traced my fingers over my jukebox. I scrubbed, rubbed and clean every each of it, until the silver shined like new. The glass was cleaned gently with vinegar and paper towels. I wiped down the glass until I got the streak free look I was aiming for. Hence, I could see the names of the old songs I loved in the background. I plugged it in and turn it on. The lights were dingy yellow color. After all, things considered, the exquisite sound of the music blaring from the speakers was as amazing as it had been in 1998. Ultimately, this was the most precious gift I had ever received in all my 30 years of living.

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