Back in Time

If you could go back in history, as yourself, to live for one year at any point in history, what year would you choose and where would you go?

Oh so easy. I’d conjure up 1967 – the “Summer of Love” – put some flowers in my hair and head directly to San Francisco. I’d drop myself down at the corner of Haight and Ashbury. I’d seek out the Diggers, slip into the counterculture of that bohemian lifestyle, let myself be free, live communally, and join the fight for civil rights, women’s rights, free speech, free love, and the end of another shameful war. SO much was happening at that time. I've always wished that I could have been a young adult during that time. That if I could not have experienced it, that I could at least have been alive to witness it. So, I’d sit in; I’d smoke up; I’d dance in the park. I’d spend one blissful year living free and fighting to make the world a better place in an environment that fostered such total belief that change was possible. And that in reality did make a huge impact on so many of the freedoms we take for granted today. Yes, I would most definitely put some flowers in my hair and go to San Fransisco.