I miss going to the record store and hunting through thousands of plastic squares until a music consensus was reached. I miss the wrapping that made it so unnecessarily difficult to open the case and the little book inside which made the tearing and ripping worth it. I miss flipping through pages of lyrics, pictures, delicate fonts and dedications. Remember when you'd put a CD in the player for the first time and hear it spinning? Remember when you'd learn the order of the tracks so that if you heard one song, you'd automatically begin singing the proceeding one just as the previous one ended? I remember CD cases, CD cleaning wipes, double A batteries and a portable device responsible for the salvation of my sanity during long car rides. I miss CD's.