CD

The relics of old times like cassettes, I see you disappearing into the shadows of the DVDs and Blue Rays. Some laptops don't even have CD drives nowadays, just a couple of USB ports to connect a CD drive player. iPads don't even have that. I remember you in the old days. Let me reminisce the old days. Even though I'm only 19 years old, and old days isn't really that old.

You installed my first video game, Starcraft. I played it off the CD drive making that familar whirl-whirl. I didn't know what CD crack was, and if I lost the CD, I was screwed. Literally dependent on playing off you. Like playing music off a vinyl. Without the vinyl, the record player is worth less than a lampstand. Thank you for all your playtimes with me 'til you were scratched and bruised.

You held my movies and musics. No grooveshark or internet to stream them music. No piratebay to hunt down the movies. (Even though I never used the website to get them movies.) I remember then again, I watched it off a DVD most likely. However, you guys are like siblings. And your younger brother deserves some credits too. Both are on the way of disappearing slowly.

Like your father floppy disk and your uncle cassettes, you too are in your middle age years, CD. You still work, but your yuppie brother DVD and son, Blue-ray, are taking over the family business. As well as those kids from your high school everyone ignored, the internet and USB are encroaching on your family business. Things aren't so golden now, but I still know you.

Maybe I'll talk about you when I'm old. Really old. Old enough to tell my grandkids that back in my days, we had round donut shaped disks. Only could hold five hundred megabytes, which would probably be not enough to hold a single item design in diablo 7. Still I won't forget. Like a curmudgeonly old stereotype thinking of the good days. Maybe I'll play my music CD I got for last Christmas. Although it is Katy Perry.

-Wren