Melissa Hill spent a childhood accompanied by the tones of many, many Beatles cassettes, and was horrified to find that her dad had sacrificed his entire collection of vinyls to buy a pram when she was born.
But is there anything a parent wouldn't sacrifice for their child?
Beatles music was the soundtrack to my childhood.
Summer afternoons spent playing in the garden with Here Comes the Sun in the background, birthday parties boogying to All You Need is Love; any Fab Four song or anthem I hear immediately summons a fond childhood memory.
Though I'm not as big a fan as my dad - who at family events is always first on the dance floor to Twist & Shout, and recently celebrated a birthday to When I'm Sixty Four - to me Beatles music is a shortcut for happy family life.
Nearly all the tunes he played for us as kids were on cassette though, and one day when I was about seven years old, something struck me when we were at my grandparents' house, where my dad loved playing my grandfather's old Glen Miller vinyls - why didn't we have any in our house, particularly Beatles records?
When I asked, my mother dropped a bombshell that to this day still has the power to make me deflate; when I was a baby, my dad sold his entire collection - which included a selection of rare first edition Beatles albums - to buy me a pram. Like many Irish families in the seventies, my parents weren't well-off, and when their first child arrived did their best to make ends meet.
"I made a secret promise to myself that one day, that I'd try to track the albums down and get them back for him"
Even at a young age, I deeply understood how much of a sacrifice this must have been for my dad, and was so upset about the realisation that I couldn't listen to the music for years afterwards.
The idea of him putting his entire collection - which I know must have been so carefully curated - up for sale, and parting with not only the vinyls themselves but the accompanying memories, must have been heartbreaking.
Over the years, and despite my dad's protestations that they're long forgotten about, I never stopped thinking about those old first editions; where they might have ended up, the people who'd bought them and whether or not they still had them.
I made a secret promise to myself that one day, that I'd try to track the albums down and get them back for him, though I know he wouldn't expect or hear of it. To say nothing of the fact that there were no identifying marks or initials indicating ownership, and sadly thus no way of knowing if they're the real thing.
But the writer in me remains piqued by the notion of what a fantastic project (though a Long and Winding road) it would be to seek out those vinyls, uncover the stories behind each one, and the adventures they might have had in the meantime.
I know my dad is not the only one who's sacrificed something precious for family and loved ones. Parents do it all the time.
For me personally, giving up a collection of treasured books accumulated over the years would be a difficult one, but for my daughter, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
Melissa's book The Hotel on Mulberry Hill is published by Simon and Schuster and is available from Amazon.