When I was a child, I loved them. They were plentiful, and pretty, and were about springtime and summertime, and I could give them to my mom easy peasy. You learn early on that girls like flowers.
And my mom always dutifully smiled and put them in a glass of water.
When you're young, they're kind of magical. When they go to seed, you get to make a wish.
And somewhere along the line, they teach us that they are just a weed. A hindrance to that all important ideal of a sculpted and perfect lawn.
Besides being pretty and being a source of "magic," they are the first flowers that bees get in the spring. They can be eaten AND you can make wine with them. The dandelion doesn't get the respect it deserves.
I learned to appreciate the dandelion while being a part of a production of "Dandelion Wine" in high school. If you haven't been exposed to this amazing play, I highly recommend it.