My mom’s old 8-track player always fascinated me. I never heard it, was never sure how it worked but it was big. With buttons! Best of all it was hidden away and embedded in a big ole’ chest.
Thinking now I wish that thing had been in the basement of my Grandparent’s house where my cousins and I would play make believe. I bet we would have come up with some inspired uses for it. After all, down there is where we ran subway trains that were powered by burning incense.