Does anyone remember when they were first officially allowed to go through your parents' records? Probably CDs for most of you. For me it was validation that I existed as an individual in my Dad's eyes. I pretended to like all the Heavy Metal (Cream was pretty heavy to my young ears). I spent hours trying to figure out the lyrics, what they were and then what they meant. The enigma that is Jim Morrison really felt like a God.
I just handed over my fully loaded i-pod to my son and now I see it from the other side. Can you believe it? My own son is a Kinks fan!