Today, I found a
tape of me talking when I was 18 months old. Wow, was that
weird. My
sisters just kept
laughing, and saying how
cute I sound, but it's eerie, hearing a me that wasn't me yet.
I transfered the tape to my computer. Contrary to what the dumbasses at Best Buy told me, it was ridiculously simple. I got a male 3.5mm to male 3.5mm cord, hooked one end into the headphones out jack of the tape player, the other into the microphone in jack of the computer, fiddled with some levels, and hit record on my sound editing software. Converted to .mp3, it was small enough to send to just about anyone.
My sisters have never forgiven me for being smarter than them. I'm the oldest, so they often feel like they can't measure up. As an 18 month old, I could say "airplane" and walk. They've worked in daycares, and know three year olds who can't do that kind of stuff. I really do feel bad, because they're both so great. Ann can draw better than anyone I know; she just decides what she wants to draw, and that's exactly what comes out. And Emily is respected by just about everyone she knows; as a junior, she's already stage managed several plays and musicals, not to mention running stage crew.
In any case, my girlfriend should get a real kick out of the tape.