sassy_lassy
Kingston, TN
age: 65
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hi cmed, you guys remember all the bad stuff, as we all do and should, something we should never forget, they were my heroes too, but the sixties was a turning point in our lives and I don't see as it was for the better, why do you think this was? I think technology had a lot to do with making our world small but then we can't even knock that , so much good has come from that new technology. God I am rambling on tonite and just straying from the threads, that comes from not being online in a couple of days, makes one lose prespective.
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phucq
Panama City, FL
age: 65 online now!
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There's an old joke which goes, "If you remember the Sixties, then you really weren't there". Somehow, I lived through the psychedelic splendor of those years and survived to tell the tale. My high school years were in the late Fifties, but unlike most people, I don't have any fond memories of high school. I went through military service after high school, and was out before Vietnam reached critical mass. My best memories of being young were delayed into the late Sixties, it was truly a magical time to be alive.
If you were too young to participate, then I can assure you that everything you heard about the drugs, music, and free love is 100% true (and then some). All my friends were hippies, even though they were all much younger than I was. Somebody had to hold down a real job and support everyone, so being the old man of the group, I became the main bread winner. But, in the end, the beautiful bubble burst. It turned out that all that morality crap our parents preached had something to it-- it was the collected wisdom of generations. The problem was that morality was wrapped up in religious mumbo jumbo that didn't speak to the young rebels of the Sixties.
In the end, the wake up call turned out to be about consequences. Eventually, the illusion of peace, love, and freedom turned ugly. As we "turned on, tuned in, and dropped out" more people started to OD. Some of my friends didn't make it. As the Seventies dawned, I moved on to a conventional middle class life, a little older and a lot wiser. You can only live like that once, when you are very young, stupid and poor. But, I wouldn't take anything for my hippie days, it's a defining part of my life. When the right song comes on the radio, memories come flooding back, and I'm transported back to that strange and crazy world we call the Sixties. In some ways, I never left it.
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