I’ve always loved the nostalgic charm of CDs, with their shiny discs and crisp soundtracks. Before moving to college, I wanted to find a few CDs to leave in my car, ready to play whenever the mood struck. One afternoon, I rummaged through my mom’s old collection tucked away in the storage room, each CD a time capsule of her music taste. Within the stacks, a familiar name caught my eye—Fleetwood Mac! Excited, I added it to my growing collection, eager to rediscover their timeless songs. Now, their songs fill my long car rides with warmth, connection, and a sense of home.