A boy sat holding a recorder in his hands.
It was smaller for he had gotten older over the years.
Junior year was were he had made his mark.
Junior year it still was.
The boy smiled down on the recorder.
"Made some memories in this thing." He whispered.
Turning on the recorder, the screen lit to life.
He pressed save.
The boy turned towards a shelf.
He set down the recorder.
He got up and left the room.
Looking towards the shelf again.
You would see a bunch of recorders ranging from sizes big to small.