The day after I was born, American Bandstand went national after being a local mainstay of Philadelphia broadcasting for 5 years. The day I turned 2 months old, the USSR launched Sputnik.
I got a red tricycle for my fourth birthday, while Obama was being born.
I was old enough to remember when JFK was assassinated, and still niave enough of the civil rights movement to say, "who" when MLK was killed. I didn't say that a few months later when RFK was killed.
Sputnik wasn't the only piece of space history I experienced. I remember John Glenn orbiting the Earth, of the probes we sent to the moon, the Apollo 1 tragedy as I was home from school with the measles.
A lot of history in that short span, and the current events of the time got me interested in times past.
There used to be a documentary show called the Twentieth Century, hosted by Walter Cronkite. I'd sit on Dad's lap and watch it with him. Much had to do with WWII but I started my interest at an early age.
My kids know history and current events as well, if not better, than me, and now I'm teaching my grandkids.
I learned a lot listening to my elders, as well. Story tellers? Sure, and that's what made it come alive!