I was born in 1969: there was no me before Star Trek.
Further, my brothers were born in 1959 and 1961. My grandfather had bought the family a color tv, because the Wonderful World of Disney was broadcast in color. I suspect having a color tv is part of why the family watched so much NBC (the first network that was all in color), so my brothers were among the people who wrote angry letters to NBC when they heard Star Trek was going to be canceled.
My earliest memory that references Star Trek is from when I was about five: a new kid had moved to the neighborhood (he would be my best friend throughout elementary school), and among the cool things he owned was a complete set of the Mego action figures and the Enterprise Bridge playset.
I remember that I knew what it all was: there was a Klingon, and a Gorn, and Uhura, and McCoy, and the phasers and tricorders and communicators came in two different colors (on for Starfleet and one for the others. The Gorn wore a Klingon uniform. He even had a figure of those guys from Let That Be Your Last Battlefield.
What I'm saying is, before I was in kindergarden I was apparently familiar with all the iconic episodes of TOS. For me, there was no life before Star Trek, and my love of Star Trek was fostered by the same influences as my love of the Beatles, Elton John, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Winnie the Pooh, the Brothers Grimm, and Walt Kelley: they were the things my parents and brothers enjoyed sharing with me when I was very small.