Although it was the norm in the 50’s to have your kids at a younger age, and I would have loved to have been old enough to go to the original Woodstock, I guess I should be thankful that my Mom wasn’t pregnant at 11 just so her firstborn could make the concert! I doubt my parents would have let me go anyway…we did live in CO, and Max Yasgur’s farm was quite a distance from there. I just have to be content with watching the movie on PBS every time it comes on, and listening to my CDs. I draw the line at getting naked and bathing in the backyard, however.
As it is, I did finally get to see Carlos Santana perform “Soul Sacrifice” Saturday night, at the Hard Rock Hotel/Casino, thanks to a pretty wonderful evening out with my husband. If they had played nothing else the entire evening, that song alone was WELL worth my price of admission, and I can get on with my life now without wondering what it would have been like “live”, had my Mom been a little bit on the “loose” side.