When I was growing up, there’d be many nights where we’d listen to my mom’s 45’s while cleaned the house, decorated for holidays, or played with toys. They were some of my fondest memories as a child. Today I got those 45s to add to my collection. I laid them out across the floor of my apartment, went through each one individually, and started remembering those nights when I was a child. They will never cease to bring warmth to my heart, clicks, skips, pops, and all.