JK: Dawning Of Age Of Acne, Corduroys

‘We are stardust, we are golden …” Today, on the 40th anniversary of Woodstock, I want to share my own magical memories of that world-changing event. Oh, come on. Who am I kidding? I didn’t attend Woodstock. Like the vast majority of baby boomers, I would have been scared to death to attend Woodstock. It always cracks me up when I see depictions of the 1960s in which everyone under 30 is portrayed as a hippie, dancing in the mud at Woodstock. My 16-year-old self would have been freaked out at the thought of hanging out with 500,000 longhaired, mud-covered nude people. I mean, my mother wouldn’t even allow us to leave the house barefoot / Jim Kershner , SR. More here .

Question: Would your 16YO self have attended Woodstock, if you were coming of age in mid-August 1969?