I was starting fifth grade, my last year in a run-down city school.
I had gotten a transistor radio for my birthday two months before, and my ear was glued to it all the time. It was like the internet, for me back then.
Those radios will rot your brain! Can't you young whipper snappers read a darn book anymore?!
Were you born in ‘56 too? My sister was 16 in ‘65 and a 45rpm junkie. She had most of those 45s and played them constantly. My dad was a Nashville freak and playing marbles was about as loud as I could get during the Grand Ole Opry on WSM.