Wow this is a great thread! Young Girl, I've drawn a very artistic sort of star over the middle... I don't think they'd play it on radio now. Poetry in Motion was pinched from a boyfriend's sister's abandoned collection, with some Duane Eddy, lots of Elvis singles and LPs. My father bought me Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, I can't think what I did to deserve it.
The first record I actually bought myself was I Want To Hold Your Hand, with my Christmas money from my grandparents, my mother waited while I paid for it myself. December 1963. I already had She Loves You, which was a present earlier in the year.
Terry, Leader of the Pack and Come Outside were staples on the biker cafe jukebox when I was mid-teens. I have those too, from the second hand box at the record store down the road from the cafe, where my first boyfriend bought me Ride A White Swan! My brother gave me his copy of Deborah, when T.Rex were still Tyrannosaurus Rex.
I still have all these singles and my vinyl albums, and have rescued so many that various friends or their siblings were throwing out. And I do play them occasionally, I love knowing exactly where they will skip over a scratch! When I'm gone I know my kids will bin them, I'll suggest they offer them to a collector first but the doodles and inscriptions from (or about) boyfriends or crushes, not to mention the scratches, are a huge part of the memories and nobody else will want those.