I have a big duffel bag full of cassettes in the loft. Weirdly, the only cassette player we have is in the car, but I've never actually listened to them in years. I'm too sentimental to get rid of them, I'm sure there's awful stuff, but there are all those mixtapes that catalogue my lovelorn youth. I have fond memories of the gradual shrinkage of Walkmen from something the size of a suitcase to a device that was so small the naked butt of the cassette dangled out of the end like a rap video booty call. Cassettes were the business, everyone had a dual deck machine to copy from friends and create mixtapes.
I have a pile of vinyl somewhere (boy, that stuff is heavier than a chunky brother) from the era when that was the way to demonstrate you were serious about your music. That and an epic Robert Smith hairdo. I moved over to CDs at university, I remember carrying them around in a big wallet so I could sit around and be indecisive about which disc to play next. I was wired for sound.
When I got my first iPod (I think it was a second-gen), I sat down and spent weeks ripping all those CDs to mp3. That was grade 4 suboptimal fun. I keep meaning to get rid of the CDs, the only devices I have to play them are the DVD player and temperamental optical drive in the old Mac Mini that powers my printer and I have everything on my phone either in my library or streamed.