When I was 10 or 11, establishing a library of music was a major identity-building activity among my peers. I had been given a cassette copy of Thriller and somehow had obtained 90125, but otherwise had only tapes I made by recording off the radio.
I wan’t interested in buying more, though. My friend Tym had a Sony Discman and I had heard The Wall in digital clarity. Besides, it used lasers! Unfortunately, it was well beyond the reach of my pre-teen budget and my parents did not care neough about music to invest in a new format.
Circa 1987, though, Venture had a marquee sale (maybe loss-leading) on the Maganox D8880 (which I think was a US-badged Philips D8884) and I convinced my parents to let me spend a good portion of my savings on one.
I certainly never regretted it. My CD collection started with a few cringe-worthy pop discs, but when we moved to the city I could walk to West End Wax and discovered Switchblade Symphony and Pet Shop Boys and escaped the cul de sacs of my upbringing.