A 60's Childhood - Sex~Kitten.net

On a snowy day, in the middle of December, 1960, my mother gave birth to me. I can recall her stories of what childbirth was like back then. There was natural childbirth, as we have now. She told me you went into labor, called the doctor, met him at the hospital, pushed a few times, until the head popped out, and then you were given drugs. My mother did not see me until 4 hours after I was born, and even then she was still a bit groggy from the drugs they gave her.

Growing up in the 60's was quite interesting. Of course, I do not recall much of anything from the first 3 years, but after that I remember quite a bit. One of the things I remember is that back in the 60's, we never locked our doors. Neighbors would stop by, knock once, let themselves in, and even help themselves to a cup of coffee. I can remember my mom coming up from the basement to find Margie, our 65 year old neighbor, sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of joe, and chatting it up with me about what I planned to do that day.

My summers were spent outdoors, playing in the sunshine, with the neighborhood children. there were no computers or handheld games. We'd ride our bikes to the local penny candy store, or ride to the library, where we'd spend countless hours looking at wonderfully illustrated books, and at times, we even read to stories to each other. Our parents did not worry about pedophiles lurking in bushes, even though there were those types around at the time, they did not come out of the woodwork very often. As long as you were in your yard, or the neighbor's, when the street lights came on, our parents really didn't worry about what we did or where we went.

The 60's was the era of hippies. I was about 7 or 8 years old when I really became fascinated with them. I loved the way they dressed. With long flowing skirts and tops, the ripped jeans, the love beads and granny glasses. Once on television, they showed a commune of hippies, singing about peace and love, sitting in a circle smoking ganja...of course at 8 years old, I thought they were smoking cigs. Anyway, I aspired to be a hippie. I remember taking a pair of my jeans and opening up the outer side seam and sewing in a piece of other material to make the bell at the bottom larger. When my mother took me shopping, I used my own birthday money to buy a pair of granny glasses...pink ones with gold rims. I took apart my mom's old jewelry and made love-bead necklaces, and I puffed on candy cigs while sitting in a circle with my neighborhood friends, who also were hippies, like me. We'd talk about what it would be like to live to the year 2000. Most of of thought we'd be riding around in cars that flew, and that we would not have to work because the President of the Untied States would make sure we all had enough money to live on.

Now, in 2005, I see the trend returning. All you have to do is look at the clothes in your local department stores. The flowing skirts are back, the ripped jeans, the long beaded necklaces. Makes me want to be a hippie all over again. Wearing the clothes, sitting with my friends in a circle at my kitchen table, talking about how we need more love and peace in this world. But this time around, instead of the puffing and passing those candy cigs, we'll replace them with the real stuff. ;-)