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When I was in 6th grade, the Beatles captured America.
I wanted to participate in the new regime, & I begged my parents for a "record player", which they told me was too expensive.
We always opened presents on Christmas Eve, & my mother handed me a largish, square, flat, heavy package.
Inside were 3 albums, the original "the Beatles" & 2 more whose titles I can't remember.
so I *knew*!
& sure enough, there was another package with a record player in it.
I wore out the needle on that thing, & I wore out the albums...
& I betcha if you played the album, at the end each song, I still could tell you the name of the next one!