Gifts from my Dad

My dad often tells me that I am well on my way to becoming a late-bloomer. It's something that seems to run in the family [all of his siblings were 25 or older when they got married and many lived at home for quite some time], so he probably shouldn't expect otherwise. It's almost a family tradition. But I am not sure it's a label I want to combine with my tendency to be a wallflower. But the other night my dad spent half an hour showing me some of his favorite songs from the '60s, and if being a late-bloomer and still living at home means I get introduced to stuff like this, I can live with it.