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I have dropped at least one of the following: tabs, sunshine,
wedges, blotter, Owsley, my car keys. |
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I have
owned and worn mini skirts, Indian print dresses, buffalo sandals
and granny glasses. |
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I’ve
eaten an entire chocolate cake in one sitting. |
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I know
every word to at least one Joni Mitchell album. |
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I can
sing along with the Woodstock movie soundtrack. |
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I
‘made it’ with more than three people in a 24-hour period in
different places and not all of the same gender. |
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I had
a doodle book filled with flowers and weird poetry written in large
loopy letters. |
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I wore
patchouli, musk or lemon oil for perfume and somewhere besides the
usual pulse points. |
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I read
Heinlein, Huxley, Vonnegut, Ram Dass, Watts and Brautigan (extra
credit if you held onto at least one dog-eared copy). |
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I read
The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, Fat Freddie’s Cat, Truckin’ and
Mr. Toad (extra credit if you can quote Freewheelin’ Franklin’s
motto). |
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I
painted flowers and peace signs on my face, arms, clothes or bedroom
walls. |
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I
considered platform boots, tube-tops and elephant bell-bottoms
formal ware. |
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I can
make a gum wrapper chain. |
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I can
use and define at least ten expressions containing the “F”
word. |
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I wore
cotton embroidered peasant shirts and a pucca shell
necklace. |
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I wore
ankle high “Beatle” boots with little chains on the
side. |
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I’ve
peed in a place other than the bathroom. |
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I’ve
sung Melanie’s Lay Down Candles in the Rain at the top of my
lungs. |
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If
someone said “America – love it or leave” to me when I was 18, I’d
have chosen “leave.” |
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I know
a roach clip has nothing to do with bugs. |
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I’ve
made a pipe out of an apple, potato or other handy fruit or
vegetable. |
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I’ve
swiped something from a store just because it was small enough to
fit in my pocket or because Abbie Hoffman said it was
okay. |
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I know
how to tie-dye my own stuff. |
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I’ve
been to at least one outdoor music festival. |
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I’ve
slept with someone in a VW bus (extra points if you made it
rock). |
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I
remember a time when you couldn’t wear blue jeans in public
school. |
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I
marched to protest Vietnam. |
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I know
what SDS stands for, who Abbey Hoffman is, and why Nixon left
office. |
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I was
once referred to as someone’s “old lady.” |
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I’ve
ridden on the back of a chopper without a helmet. |
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I know
every word to at least two Bob Dylan songs. |
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I’d
never admit it, but the best thing about the end of the Vietnam War
was the fact that Joan Baez stopped singing those tedious
ballads. |
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I wore
white go-go boots or begged my mother to buy them for
me. |
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I’ve
listened to Pink Floyd while I was in an altered state. |
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I was
a regular in the principal’s office. |
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I made
out with a guy somewhere on high school property. |
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I got
caught smoking in the girl’s room. |
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I know
that ‘streaking’ isn’t just for hair and that ‘happy trails’ can be
more than a cowboy song. |
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I’ve
worn blue eye shadow and used Max Factor Erase as
lipstick. |
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I’ve
permed or braided my hair to look like Janis. |
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I put
pink or purple or green dye in my hair way before anyone
else. |
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In
high school, I sneaked out of the house in the morning wearing
something that was sure to get me grounded if I had been
caught. |
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I
referred to parents as “rents” and police as “pigs.” |
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I’ve
worn Yardley Londonderry Shine Slicker. |
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I’ve
skinny-dipped, streaked or gone naked in a hot tub. |
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I know
that ‘far out’ is not an astronomical term. |
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I wore
a virgin bracelet past its expiration date. |
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I
lived with a ‘family’ that contained no blood
relatives. |
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I’m
proud to say I was a Hippie Chick. |
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