Born 1987. I grew up listening to lots of '60s and '50s music thanks to my parents, with the big exception of Beatles (according to my mum because she never could forgive Magical Mystery Tour).
Strangely, my knowledge of the Beatles have always had a direct link with teachers.
When I was around ten I had this utterly insane music teacher who decided that Modern music class should deal mostly with the Paul is Dead conspiracy. Yup, not the music, but all the creepy "clues". Scared the living daylight out of us - backward messages, mirror images, whatnot. What is a poor ten-year-old supposed to think?
A few years ago (about fifteen years old) I had a very dear teacher, Mr. Hall, who absolutely loves the Beatles. I remember the exact day he put on
Blackbird and told us "This is what music should be like. It's supposed to affect you, you have to feel each chord and syllable in your heart."
Last year's summer I heard
Blackbird playing through an open window, and that brought the memories back to me. I bough Sgt. Pepper, which started the whole avalanche. The rest, as they say, is history
I now have a very cool math teacher who's an absolute Beatle nut, great company. I've threatened to break into his house and steal his Beatles autographs (yes, all four)...