Life was a peach - indeed. I totally had a hippie head (though kept it in the closet due to my being raised in a very conservative household. I was not permitted to go to Woodstock and still have resentment to this day. The war was OVER and we thought we had put that ugly chapter of American history to sleep. (hardy har har). I looked similar to the author, except in those days we called them hot pants and wore them with stockings and platform shoes. I got married around 20 but my husband (21) was cool. He was a teacher and I was a secretary and I'd quit the job each summer and we'd go backpack through Europe. It was circa Frohmers Europe on $5 a day. We actually did it for less, using the student Eurail pass, sleeping in train stations in Nice (French Riviera) seedy hotel rooms in the red light district of Amsterdam, and an enormous circus tent in Frankfurt, where there was a horse troft for washing up. We'd stay a month or two at a time , usually being joined by his college chums. It was a BLAST. It totally inspired me to go to school, which I did but by 25 I kindof got itchy for a new life. I took off, moved to Puerto Rico, fell in love with a body builder beach boy who's the daddy to my two adult aged kiddies. I'd love to re-do one day of every year. I invite you to smell the flowers along the way.
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