I was 8 in 1960 and 18 in 1970. I think back to what was probably the most important 10 years of my (anyone's) life and regret that I was living in a strict Roman Catholic family that was really afraid of what would happen to me if I was allowed to participate in the life that was going on all around me. I had the opportunity to go to woodstock, but my parents would not allow it - I still think about it 50 years later and regret that I did not experience it first hand. I am still a hippie at heart but it has been disguised as wife, mother, grandmother, employee and many other things along the way. I have held on to the music of my generation and have passed it to my kids - it still consoles me when all else fails.