I had a transistor radio when I was a kid. It had a plastic strap, so I could dangle it from my wrist, and two round dials, with serrated edges: one for volume, and one for tuning.
It opened up a whole world to me, that radio.
Eventually, I upgraded to the latest technology: a clock radio, with a digital readout. Man, was that the coolest!
My friend down the block, though, she had the best clock radio ever. It had big, bold numbers, composed of dozens of tiny dots, that faded into the next number when the time changed.
I asked for a clock radio like that for my birthday, or maybe it was for Christmas, but just got one with regular variety numbers.
Somehow I still managed to survive my adolescence.