Let's go back, way back, when we actually bought a record. We saved our money when we were in high school, and as soon as that round-sound came out from our favorite musical group, we dished out our semi-life's savings for it. The anticipation of what we were going to listen to, with our breath held, became disappointed when 99.9% of the album blew chunks. What a waste of $3 dollars.

The beautiful thing is as we age, we come to settle down just a bit. What once was a horrible display of awful dirge tunes, now has come to be reborn, so to speak. Our ears are picking up things we may have missed before. Hey, that's what life is all about. It's like anything, really, some things take awhile to grow on us.

Check out this story on people instantly forming their own kind of hate, then as time seeps by, have found a different opinion of what used to make them sick. Read all about it here.