I was born in 1964 in a small village in the depths of Dorset, UK.... it was not exactly known for its modern lifestyle (my granfer had only stopped using horses on his farm 10 years previously) and the closest thing to a festival was the pub piano.

All I remember of the '60's: starting school on my 5th birthday; being allowed to watch TV in the morning (no such thing as 'Breakfast TV then and TV wasn't put on until I'd been home from school for 30 mins) when some man stepped out onto the moon, but I missed it because my mum was ironing and put the iron in front of the TV at the crucial moment; my big brother boring us rigid with his new record by some unknown group called 'The Beatles'; being fed medicine on a sugar lump, and biting my first dentist.

As far as we were concerned, the 60's happened to everyone else, and Woodstock was a village near Oxford!

LTS