Watching The Beatles on TV on a Sunday in February 1964.
I was only three but this event was new, different. I can recall there was some yelling involved - my siblings were yelling and singing while watching TV standing up and jumping around. That was not they way we usually watched TV.
There had been some yelling before that too - some serious tension from my parents who did not think this Beatles thing on a Sunday of all days was good. It was bad.
Youth won out. My brother and sister and I watched it all.
My minister father really disapproved. And yet by the end of the 1960s, his hair was growing over his collar and his sideburns had gotten long.
That night in 1964 quickly changed everything - music, clothes, politics, religion, family, fame, and much more. Billions of words have been written about every note, every song, every person linked to the band, and more arrive every day.
It's good - great even - to know I was there that night. To grow up listening to the music, waiting for new albums and new singles to get released. It seemed each release pushed at the limits of imagination.
I've learned since that night how much work the band put into all they did. Work which changed how music was written, recorded and marketed. Business changed. Families changed. Lives changed.
Changing the world with music. It's a primal force, which many have tried to duplicate - none have.
50 years later, we all live in a world those four musicians remade.