When I got my old record player down from the attic and showed it to my teenage offspring, they said: "WHAT? Only 6 songs on one side? And you had to get up and turn the record over to listen to the other side?? When were you born? In the middle ages?"
It also reminds me of something I read years ago in a Spin off magazine: a lady was spinning on her spindle. Another lady (not a child!) watched her for a while, and then asked: "Does that thing have a motor?"
Smiling Iðunn, the living fossil
I wrote my dissertation on a word processor in 2002, storing it on floppy disks as I typed. Later in my job as an archaeologist I was asked why it was that we printed out records and didn't just store them digitally. I answered each time by putting the floppy disk on my desk and asking the latest work-experience student what it was and if they'd ever used one. They didn't know. This was in 2007. Electronic technology becomes obsolete so quickly! But a hardcopy will last.
Heather