My Aunt Mary gave us a set of kids records with companion books. Rachel, our 8‐year‐old, loves them.
It’s a wonderful thing to hear those scratches and pops that a vinyl record produces. (Ironically, I took this shot when she was wearing headphones — at my insistence.)
Sadly, the belt on the turntable (alias record player) broke during that listening session. Thankfully, there is a shop not far from where we live that can fix it, I think.