Every time this sorta thing happens, I get all sentimental. When I got a gameboy advanced to replace my gameboy color. When I got my desktop to replace my laptop. And now, I have just got a new phone to replace my old one.
My old phone is a Virgin Mobile Oystr, nicknamed by me to be "pocket-phone", that I got about three years ago and we have seen alot together. It was my first cell phone and basically my first step into actually becoming a normal teenager. It was partly the reason I had the one girlfriend I actually cared for (she had the same phone, it kinda was like a joke I guess). It helped me stay in touch with my parents and friends in times of crCIA. It helped me get a ride back from the mall after my friend decided to ditch me there. For a breif time I used a Razr but then switched back to the Oystr. This phone has so many memories. Recently, however, it had been refusing to charge up. I would connect the power thingy to it and it would charge for half a second then stop and say the cord was disconnected. The phone itself was also beginning to become kinda dated, sometimes when I pressed a button it would take several seconds to respond. Whenever two days ago I had to get a ride home from work, only to have my phone turn off due to the battery while I was trying to find my dad's car, I decided I would try one last time to charge it. It resulted in me chucking the phone at the wall in frustration. Don't worry, I didn't break it, infact the phone decided to charge for a good two hours after that point. At that point I figured it was enough, so today I bought a Cyclops and transferred my account to it. It looks rather similar to my old phone, aside from the camera and lack of antenna, and I was able to make the menus and such look almost identicle to my old phone's, so thats good. Whenever I went to turn off my old phone for the last time, I made an ordeal of it. First I took pictures of it using my new phone, so that I could possibly show people my first cellphone incase random conversation brought me to that point. Next I set the main message to "Welcome Back!" in case I ever need to use it again, say to transfer a phone number that my dad left on it from when he used to use it (forgot to mention he had the phone for 3 months before he gave it to me). Finally I pushed the power button on it in such a dramatic way. I closed the phone as the power down video played and held it closed in my hands as it played for the last time its distintive 8-bit "goodnight" tune. I unplugged the charger from the wall and used the cord to wrap them together. I then placed the phone in my childhood memories box along side an old broken necklace, some coins, and maps of inmagined kingdoms. Good bye pocket-phone.
*tear*
