I was 13yo when my uncle discovered all his Beatles and Who records to me, and I went for BEATLES... that was in 1977, I beame a die-hard Beatles fanatic for some years, and I do exactly memorize the day John was killed: my father woke me up in the morning saying glad to hear that finally someone erased this long-haired idiot, he went to work, and I stayed in bed the whole day, sick, crying, unable to go to school, unable to move anyway, it was pure horror...
I lost some kind of innocence that day also, I felt empty still a few days after. I did not like John that much, Paul really caught me and got me to music and playing bass, but John was an amazing person, very impressive and strong on the outside.
Christian