04-10-2017, 04:08 PM
The Beatles first came to America when I was 9 or 10. I wouldn't trade growing up with the Fabs for anything. My sister and I would put on lip-sync shows for our parents, brooms now guitars and pillows now drums. My best friend and I had the first crisis of conscience in our lives when we briefly held sway on the sacrilege that maybe the Dave Clark Five was better. My sister accidentally broke the Beatles 2nd album, and I pouted until Mom bought a new one. My Dad learned all the songs on his guitar. The Beatles remain my all-time favorite (followed by Billy Joel, Zeppelin, and Jack White).