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AS a kid at the time the "hi-fi" hobby was really taking off, I remember the only thing that was "high" about the systems I heard was the volume. But an uncle let me record on his home tape deck (with that "magic eye" tube instead of VU meters. The idea of recording sound blew my five-year-old mind. I was hooked. And I always had a turntable, on which I sat and tried to take a spin! Fried the motor, no doubt, since I'm sure I didn't achieve 78 rpms. Also loved to dance on my slick yellow plastic records splayed across the floor . . . But I think it was my first crystal radio, one of those Japanese rockets, with the antenna you pulled in and out to tune, that really started the audio addiction.