Mine came in 1978 when I was 16 years old. My family had just moved back to Montgomery from Dothan Alabama. Dothan was a smaller town with mostly country and rock radio. Montgomery had a little bit of everything including a local college channel that played gospel and blues. I was driving my MGB when I located an AM channel playing some really cool tunes I had never heard. I played it as loud as it would go. Pretty soon I realize I knew the words to these songs. But how? I had no memory of ever hearing them. I sat in the driveway of my house waiting for the DJ to introduce what he had played, but to no avail. I ran inside the house, picked up the Yellow Pages and called the radio station. The DJ said the songs I was singing were "Boogie Chillun by John Lee Hooker, and Honest I Do by Jimmy Reed." For the first 10 years of my life we had a House Keeper that babysat my brother and I. She played music all day long and it had an enormous impact on my life. She would listen to black gospel and blues and as a toddler, I soaked it up. To this day, I have a tremendous love for the blues. Do you have a story too?