Do you remember the first time you really clicked with music? I remember being on a family vacation at 9 or 10, getting some sort of random Beatles “Hits” cassette tape at whatever gas station, and playing it nonstop in my off-brand Walkman. That was the first time I really felt music in my bones, and to this day few things are as exciting as finding a new song to love.
I think I was lucky to be around people who loved good music. That may be the difference with our experiences, is the age when we first heard it. I must have played it hundreds of times. I don’t purposefully listen to it now that I’m older (49), but I still get chills if Time happens to be playing.