I remember when my sister first heard 'She Came Home For Christmas' and was so obsessed with the song she'd force me to watch MTV all day just to wait for the videoclip to show up again. You know... back when veejays would play videoclips by request. We didn't know the song name, didn't know Mew. All we knew were the words to a strange video.
And that's the story of how we transitioned to preteens. After that we learned about lesbianism from t.A.T.u., learned that 'fuck' was a swear word, learned how to illegally download music from Kazaa and Limewire... and a lot of other pointless crap that ruined our innocent years.
Yep. Good times.