I remember as a young kid really dreading the day I'd become an adult. I assumed that I would, like my parents, no longer like cotton candy, for example, or rock and roll. Instead, I'd be listening to Perry Como and Diana Shore and Frank Sinatra, etc. Luckily I STILL love cotton candy and I STILL love rock and roll. My kids have managed to permanently "borrow" most of my old albums (Doors, Jimi Hendrix, Temptations, Miracles, the first couple of Beatles albums, Jefferson Starship [hey, I'm still givening them my respect! LOL], etc.). They like the old stuff, and luckily we all like the same type of new stuff, too. We share each other's CDs and don't have any fights about what radio station will be on in the car. The only music that neither they nor I can bear is country/country western. Well...I don't listen to rap either, but they do.

First 45: Jenny, Jenny/Miss Ann by Little Richard.

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