Four year old me (a guess, don't know the exact age) tried to put on his favorite record all alone and ruined not only the needle but also the record in the process. Haven't thought about this event in decades, first time that hn brought tears to my eyes. Weird mix of long forgotten sadness and nostalgic joy. Birds' voices, with a narrator calmly lecturing the names of the species and probably some small tidbits about the way they live. So much to learn when you are young! Completely devoid of all the "why would I need that" and "ugh, more? really?" that eventually creeps in!