I remember five or six years ago listening to the CBC and hearing an unknown piece that I could have sworn was Beethoven. Sure enough, after it was over, the host said it was one of the Rasumovsky quartets. I was pretty happy with myself, as you could imagine. My sister wasn't all that impressed, though, but she was into the whole Kurt-Cobain-is-God-and-Moist-rocks phase, so she couldn't care less about ol' Ludwig. Grew out of that fairly quickly, though, and started listening to some of my cds. My brother was into the Beatles at the time, so he didn't much care either that I could identify Beethoven by the qualities in his music alone. My dad was impressed, however. Oh, memories...<P>Of course, there was the time I'd first seen Robin Hood (Students' Council leadership camp, Oct. 1995). That movie affected me like no movie (save Immortal Beloved) I'd seen before, and I don't know why. The score and that Bryan Adams song were etched in my mind forever, and I pine for that feeling again. <P>Otherwise, I tend to forget what it was like to hear a piece for the first time. So wish that weren't the case.