I remember, when I was about 5 years old, my aunt used to sing 'Obladi Oblada' to me, and I loved it. I always knew about The Beatles, but wasn't really interested. They were not together anymore, and I was too busy listening to contemporary music. Then one day I got a 'Greatest Hits' album from 'Sinterklaas' (which is a friendly bishop that only visits Dutch and Belgian children in december to give them presents because they are the nicest children in the world). It was on a sunday, and the whole day I played that record again and again and again. I was completely overwhelmed by it.
The next day I went to school and told my friend about my new obsession. "You know The Beatles?" I asked her. "Yeah, I do", she replied, "one of them is dead." Stupid girl, she did NOT know them, like she never knew any of the actors or popgroups I liked. "No," I said in a patient tone, "they're not dead. They're alive." "No", she insisted, "one of them is dead." "Yeah, right, since when?" I asked irritated. "It happened yesterday, he has been killed." She didn't know which Beatle it was, but of course soon I found out that it was John Lennon. So I will never forget when exactly I fell in love with The Beatles. It was on the day John Lennon died.