There was a broken CD player by the cash register. Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath was stuck on repeat, constantly playing in the headphones attached to it. Every now and then, I would put the headphones on, not really listening to the lyrics, and stare at the wallpaper. Eventually, I had the entire song memorized and could sing it on command. One day, my mom threw the CD player away. According to her, no one bought CDs anymore, and we needed to make space for things customers would actually buy. I told her I would buy the Brandon Heath CD if that meant the CD player could come back. She told me I didn’t have enough money, which was true. My mom got rid of the CD player, but at least I still had the books, and Legos, and wallpaper, and green carpet.
Pensworth 