Yesterday I shared this poster on my Facebook page. In my young years I was a "wannabe" hippie! I wanted so bad to be and for the most part, I was. I had the bell bottoms, long hair, flip flops or mostly barefoot. I put lemon juice in my hair and sat in the sun to lighten it and I was all about peace and love and Rock 'n Roll! The ONE thing I was not into and never will would be the marijuana stuff. Just not my thing. Hey, I didn't even have my first drink until I was 17 or 18 and then it was with my parents and family.
The long hair...
Oh, and bell bottom, hip-hugger jeans that absolutely DRUG-THE-GROUND! They were in tatters and the more tatters the better. Plus they were embroidered all over. This pocket I saved when the jeans fell apart. It was my initials but my friends called me "cute butt."
Now, I proudly show off my gray hair that is getting longer by the day and I am loving it. Embrace the gray! And as my 64th birthday fast approaches I am proud of my transition to adulthood but I sure wanted to go to Woodstock when I was young. (Well, that would have never happened because I was too scared of my own shadow back then!)