Make Love. Not War.

During dinner my mom and I had a conversation about how we wish we would have grown up in the sixties. Now, my mom did grow up then, but she was very young in the sixties. She wishes she would have been a bit older so she could have been a hippie. I told her I wish I would have grown up then as well. She told me I would have fit in perfectly with the hippies. We talked about how we would have worn ribbons and flowers in our hair, bell bottoms would have been our choice of jeans, we would have thrown up peace signs, protested war, danced freely and did drugs. My mom also decided I would have been Jane Fonda's best friend. We would have had boys who had long hair, wore sandals and were too high all the time to comprehend what was going on besides there was war that no one wanted. Then some how we talked about how we would be addicted to crack now because we moved on from weed. Haha, oh man, I love my mom!