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  • It was March, 2015. My mother, father, and I had just got back in the car from the mall when the idea popped up in my head.


    "Can we go to Best Buy?" I remember asking.


    "Why?" My mother and father replied.


    The truth was I only wanted to look at some cameras. I've been wanting a DSLR Camera for years now, and although I knew after asking for years I still wouldn't get one this day, I felt as if I would. I felt that way every time I walked into an electronic store. I always though to myself 'today is the day' but it never was. But I always thought about the next time or the next time or the next time because I was destined to get that Camera.


    We ended up going to the nearest Best Buy we could find. I can just remember that hot day and how excited I was when I saw that tall blue wall and that bright yellow tag on the top of it. I got out of that car so fast and raced through those glass sliding doors so fast I that I felt like a child. I felt five again. And I always did whenever I knew I was close to a Camera or two. It didn't take me that long to find the Camera's either, perhaps 30 seconds or less. And when I did I started touching them all--Canon's, Nikon's, Casio's, GoPro's, etc. And the most amusing part of it all is that I didn't know how to work a single one of those camera's, but I acted like I did because I just had to take one home with me. But there was my mother, reminding me that I was't getting one but only looking.


    "When do you think I will get one then?" I asked.


    "Like we tell you again and again Austin, when you get the money." My mother replied.

    And it was at that moment that I stopped looking at the cameras. I let my mothers words end my joy and excitement, as I did every time. But like I always did next I just thought about the next time. However, I couldn't give up so I decided to negotiate with my parents.


    "The camera I want is $800. So how about we wait until you have $800 and I can get the Camera then."


    They paused. They both paused and looked at each other and finally said to me, "When we get the money we will get you your Camera. But that's going to take a long time so you might as well find something in this store that isn't as cheap and that you can take home today."


    I made a lousy decision at that moment. I accepted their offer and started browsing, looking for some item I would want to take home today. The reason I say that is a lousy decision is because I should've refused the offer so my parents would have more money to put towards the camera. But I was excited to have the option of getting something from that store, so I walked all around that Best Buy looking for the next best thing. And I found it, it was a record player. A Crosley. And I only saw how it looked from the pictures on the box it was in but it was so beautiful. And the size of that box was huge so I knew the record player would be huge. I picked it up off that shelf and lunged that heavy box all the way to my mom and dad. When they saw what I had in my hand all they could do was ask questions.


    "What is that?" My dad asked.


    "A record player," I replied.


    "And that's what you want?" My mother asked with shock.


    "I think so. Yeah, I think I want this record player. I've always wanted some records, so now I can have a purpose to get some," I said.


    And that was the truth. I had always been fascinated with the large CD's. My grandmother on my mother's side of the family had a ton of them at her house when I visited just that past November. And I really liked the way they looked and felt. So I looked them up on my phone that day and I started discovering what people were doing with those CD's. And I discovered that those records were more than music, they were art. I remember seeing a few pictures of people pinning the records to their walls. And one looked amazing but an ensemble of them added so much to those boring white wall. And I just had to copy. I still enjoy music very much so of course I wanted the record player to actually hear the records too. However my dad just about had me when he offered something else to me. An Xbox One. The game system all the gamer were talking about at that time. And I thought about it while still carrying that record player whether or not I wanted that game system. So the three of us walked over to them. And there they were. There were at least 3 shelves with Xbox One after Xbox one just lined up. And I could walk out of the store with one of them, I was being told I could. But I looked at the price and it was $100 more dollars than the record player, a mistake I wasn't going to make. It was a hard decision. A very hard decision. But I walked out of that Best Buy that day not with a DSLR camera, not with a Xbox One, but with that big Crosley record player. And I am so glad I did.


    Today that Crosley sits on my desk taking up half of it and I don't care not one bit. For these last few months I have enjoyed this record player so much. It has opened up so much more music, projects, art, and discoveries for me. I don't think I'll say it's better than the camera, but it is far better than any gaming system.
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