It really wasn't that great, let's use our IMAGINATION for a minute.
You are a young adult in the mid 60's living in the Midwest, let's say you're 17.
You hear about this awesome movement going down in California, it's all about sticking it to the man and pissing off your parents, you're excited; so you tell your parents to "forget off... man" and head to the Haight Ashbury neighborhood of San Fransisco.
Whilst there if you're female (or male, Bubba needs love too) you will probably sell yourself into prostitution before it's over, and regardless of gender you'll almost certainly develop a drug habit of some description.
Then as time goes on, the good people of the Haight decide that Hippies aren't the best thing to have around, the people of the neighborhood start alienating you, the Hell's Angels are kicking the stuff out of hippies left and right to a point where you sell out your beliefs and start carrying a gun.
You leave the Haight; a ravaged shell of it's former self ruined by you and your greasy friends, you go to a few concerts, smoke 1/10 of the pot in the free world and eventually find your way home.
There your former friends may have left, your relationship with your family will probably take some serious mending if even salvageable, and you never graduated high school, because you dropped out to get some vitamin THC.
So all things considered...
