Yep. Back in ~1993 when I was ~14 or so, I bought a deck and a big box of cartridges at a flea market for $10 (most of them were country music, novelty trucker song compiliations and a HILARIOUS one that taught you CB slang). I did it more for the novelty of it, than anything else. It was fun.
A funny side effect of this - I've long maintained that I'm the only 36 year old in existence that knows how to re-spool an 8-track.
It was a skill born of necessity. I thought I was a fucking genius when I figured that one out as a teenager.
Related: I quickly learned how to align the cart with a matchbook, to keep the crosstalk on the shitty deck I was using to a minimum. I was proud of myself for that one too, until my parents saw it and started laughing. Much like blowing into a Nintendo cartridge when it doesn't work, teenagers seem to universally arrive at the exact same solutions spontaneously, even when separated by time, geography, or instruction. It just organically happens. Somebody should study this.