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I agree, Stevie. The Air That I Breathe was a hit during the summer I turned 11 so I was a bit too young to grasp the whole meaning. That was also the summer that I first saw American Graffiti, a movie that introduced me to music I’d never heard before but fell in love with instantly. I saw it with my three cousins and why the two older ones agreed to take their little sister, who was almost 11, and me I’ll never know. I’m so glad they did though, because not only did I see my first PG (parental guidance suggested) movie, I have the memory of the four of us riding home and belting out the chorus of The Air That I Breathe when it came on the radio. That was the best night of that summer and, quite possibly, of my whole childhood.
