I was twelve when Woodstock had its festival in 1969. Peace, love and rock 'n roll -- of course my mother wouldn't let me go. I begged and begged, to no avail. Later, I saw the movie about the concert and regretted not running away from home. Janis, Jimi and other legends rocked hard. And naked young people rolled in the mud while during drugs and having sex. That's an experience!
I'm riding my motorcycle to Woodstock today to see if the party is still going on. Yes, I'm a little late but maybe there's still fun to be had. At least I can roll around in the mud. :-)
Do you know about Woodstock?