What The Beatles mean to me: as a writer, as a human being
A great deal of our childhood memories tend to disappear as the storage capacity in our brains being to fill up with new and more prevalent information. After all, forgetting is what makes us human. However, what we do remember from our toddler days, usually stick around either because the particular event had a significant impact in our lives, or because our brain has made new connections to previous information that had already been stored in the brain. Regardless the reason, every individual has held onto a handful of memories from their youth—revisiting the memory during boring work hours, or long market lines.
For me, that recollection comes in the form of music, namely The Beatles. I distinctly remember what seemed like long car rides to and from elementary school, jamming out in my OJ stained car seat to one (of many) of my mother’s classic rock CD collections, Abbey Road.
Although I don’t play an instrument, I love The Beatles. Growing up with The Beatles, I have learned that my knowledge about love, peace, and simplicity can be a bit different from that of the average teenager, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Through my love for The Beatles, I have become more drawn to literature than to calculus.
By: Esther Yang
Source: LA Times HS Insider
