Like most other movements, I was otherwise involved when the true Hippie thing was happening.

I was far too young to fully appreciate the Beatnicks. I barely caught the tail end of the Bobby-socks era. I was in Brazil when the Twist became popular. And, although Jan & Dean, the Beach Boys, et al., were having their first hits when I moved to California, I was too busy learning to play "Dona, Dona" and "Puff, the Magic Dragon" to pay much attention to the surfing scene. I was in the Air Force and stationed in Montana on the day when "the Hippie" was funeraled in "Ha'shbury" in San Francisco, an event that was intended to signify the end or death of the Hippie movement. I was far too poor to become a Yuppie.

"So, I'll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end ...." and, as SINSULL said, I'll try to make up for lost time.