My sisters were about 11 and 12 when the Beatles came to America. I remember watching them arrive on the airplane and getting off with the guards trying to shoo girls away. I was about 5. All my father kept saying was 'they need a haircut and where is my scissors.' My sisters were screaming and yelling as if they themselves were 17 and 18 year olds. That's how famous the Beatles were and still are. I suppose you could say they've aged along with all of us, no matter what our age was when we first saw them.