I was a hippie wannabe. I was way too young to be one and have never even met a real, live hippie. There were no hippies in the small backwater town I grew up in. We were always a step behind what was going on in the rest of the world.
Though I thought becoming a hippie and living in San Francisco would be a dream come true~I never understood what they were really about. By the time I was old enough to become one, the attraction of that lifestyle had passed on.
In hindsight, I'm thankful that I wasn't able to fulfill those silly, childish fantasies. I had enough baggage in my life as things stood.