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I was alive in 1964, but only turned seven half way through. We saw Beatlemania on the TV news and I couldn't understand it at all, though I'd grown up less than 40 miles from Liverpool and my ganny's house was on the other side of the Mersey estuary with a view of the city. In my later years at school I was listening to Emerson Lake and Palmer, Yes, and King Crimson.

I never really got the Beatles until I was in college, so I was the same kind of age you are in this recollection. And remember how young they were when they first got together; George was 14, I think, when he first played with John and Paul. In 1960, when they officially formed The Beatles, even John and Ringo were still 19.

When I visited Prague in 1990, the year after the fall of the Iron Curtain, I went to John Lennon's Mock Grave, also now called the Lennon Wall, which was a focus and inspiration for the resistance throughout the 1908s.

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Hi, Jon! 👋🏼 What excellent reflections! Thank you so much for sharing your memories. I am envious of them haha What a wonderful time and place to have been.

And thank you for taking the time to read my post and to leave such a thoughtful comment!!

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Thank you so much for sharing this. I appreciate the observation on how music, especially Beatles' change everything. I can say that music has done this for me in different ways as well.

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Ahh, thank you, Thalia!! 😭 Yes, your thoughts exactly.

And thank you for taking time out of your day to read my post and leave a lovely comment! It is so appreciated. 🙏🏼

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Absolutely Maribel! 🙌🏼

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*swoons

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🥹🥹🥹

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