six years old at the end of the sixties doesn't entitle you to wear the tie-dye and patchouli.


I'm NOT a child of the 60s.
Hippiedom was over before I started.
I don't pretend to be a flowerchild.
I don't claim to be part of the group that espoused "peace, love, and understanding", and then claimed their experimental sex and drug use was in pursuit of that.

My portion was more like "peace, pot, and microdot" combined with "sex, drugs, and rock and roll".

But according to one timeline of boomers (I've seen many), my birthyear was the last year. And my father was in the army during WW2, which is one of the definitions. We were the generation of children of parents returning from WW2.

I'd say the perfect movie the describes my existance growing up is Dazed and Confused.
[link|http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106677/|http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106677/]