I guess you could say I was a hippie in the seventies. We had some fun times and some scary times. A lot of our friends didn't make it. Drug overdoses, motorcycle accidents, suicides, a murder, divorces (children scarred for life), lost jobs and time spent in prison. My husband & I came out of it relatively unscathed. I feel lucky to be here.
I was very straight arrow, my parents would have killed me if I'd done drugs. My best friend in HS was actually pretty wild and here parents, who were wealthy, used to take me on all their vacations and on weekend trips on their yacht over to Catalina Island because I kept her out of trouble... then one time she got caught at school in a drug bust (they checked lockers) and the school forced her to tell her dad (her mom had a heart issue) and she begged me to go with her to tell him... I still remember he wasn't shocked at her, but he looked at me and asked if I had done it too........ I said "absolutely not, my parents would kill me if I did something like this!!!" later I thought how strange to tell her dad how strict my parents were, but
I didn't drink (still don't) because my grandfather was an alcoholic and that left a huge impression on me.. but when I started dating my husband we would smoke pot.. we had a friend who lived up on the coast above San Francisco and we'd go up there with another friend for Thanksgiving.... the munchies are a real thing ~LOL~
