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I grew up listining to an old 50's and 60's radio station. and getting in to the beatles pink floyd ect. i didnt relise i was one untill some of my friends pointed it out to me.

My mother was a hippie during the 70s but she denies all that now (LIAR! I've seen the photos!) and both my parent's aren't exactly liberal like I am (Father is a republican, mother a democrat). I just sort of became a strange hybrid of all the subcultures I found interesting and matched my beliefs, plus I really loved the music found in each. My brother was a heavy influence on my music tastes when I was younger and got me into Led Zeppelin while I got him into The Clash and The Beatles. We both collect vinyl records and my brother is still in the search for finding the perfect man bellbottoms (thrift shops in North Carolina are severely lacking in good men's clothes). My friend Faith is basically a hippie and has always been labeled one so since I hang out with her people also label me as a bit of a hippie. Actually, I've been called a "goth-punk-hippie" before by some girl who thought it was an insult. Pfft. rolleyes

Oh, funny story! I'm in art class (Art II, actually) and every time there is a fire drill the whole class goes outside to this big hill and we just lay out in the sun until it's over, some of us even roll down the hill. The looks the JR. ROTC class gives us is classic, sort of a mix between jealously and contempt since they have to stay in formation during the whole fire drill.

Well, my crush and his friend were over early last year, when I was a waddling baby and Gaian noob. They were hippies, and I thought, 'eh, not a bad job!' So from then on I called myself a hippie. confused

It was about six months later or so that I was in the car, listening to the White Album by my beloved Beatles. I didn't REALLY love them yet, but it was something about them that just clicked. So I got home, we rented The Yellow Submarine, and I could feel myself changing, because of four or five magicians that lived in the sky and cast WONDERFUL SPELLS. My already deep interest in politics thrived, my appearance became more and more 60's-70's (long hair, tye-dye, beads, sunglasses), and then BANG I had gone over the edge. I was a true Beatlemaniac as of August, and war just seemed even MORE pointless. Philosophy became intensely interesting, I started studying LSD, and my tenderness towards the world became notable.
I identify myself as a neo-hippie, only because I've never tried drugs. Though I wouldn't reject some uncorrupted LSD, I must say. confused

I was always left-winged, and avoided red meat. Now all I eat is white seafood, unless I have absoultely NO CHOICE. I'm an enviromentalist-writer, meaning I plan to only print on bamboo paper, I'm a pacifist, and people at my school hate me for it. Ect. heart heart
Peace in.

I have no real idea how it came about other than one of my co-workers at summer camp (who is somewhat conservative) decided that I'm a hippy.

I guess it's because I'm a Liberal, Pacifist, Beatle-loving, vegetarian Art student.

Well, my dad does a saturday night request show at an oldies staion. And, this past year, I've been going with him when he does it. So the love of oldies was bound to happen sooner or later. But I think the hippie infatuation started after I heard the song "Hair" I was just like, thats awesome! Then I found out it was a musical...and a movie. (If you've yet to see it, DO SO! I love it. whee
Also, Art Club and Science club come together and do tye-dying. Being in art club, I see plenty of tye-dye. 3nodding This event is quite useful when preparing for another school event: Hippie Day. BEST DAY EVER!
Anywho...back to me. sweatdrop
I dont know why I love hippies so much. It's a beautiful thing. I mean, who can resist love? biggrin heart rolleyes

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I don't exactly know how it happened. I guess I just took a look at how I see the world and realised, hey, I'm a hippy! Really wierd how that came out since my dad's the most conservative man on the planet. My mom's pretty neutral politically and since she was the only one home most of the time I as pretty much raised by her. My dad blames liberals taking over the school system for my belifs, but I find American schools very conservative. At my school, I'm always getting in trouble for refusing to say the pledge of allegance. My reasons? It meantions god and I don't want to pledge allegance to a country that doesn't have "liberty and justice for all". I'm vegan, communist, and envirnmentalist. I listen to Janis Joplin too. Funny how that started, I just picked up a random cd from the library and loved it.

I have a late uncle, who wasn't a real uncle, but he was close to my family and we loved him en0ugh to considder him that. We're all family anyway, right? Anyway, that's this uncle of mine, who called himself Caveman was very hippie-like, although I was too young to know what that meant. He spent most of his time making peace pipes from deer antlers that he found in the forest. Later he wouls sell them to freinds. I know that sounds native american, rather than hippie-like, however he was both. He died twelve years ago from diabetes. I was devistated. This wasn't what drew me to this though. It was reflected on later and opened my eyes to it.

A few years later, I was helping a friend of my uncle, whom I'd always helped for many years with his booth at Saturday Market. known since I was a small child. This person also made pipes but their style wasn't the same. I enjoyed helping this person because he reminded me so much of Caveman and was comforting. He was a very old hippie and very kind and always had a lesson to teach me or something important to tell me about life.

This man who's name was Gooseberry took me one summer to a rainbow gathering in Prineville Oregon. I'd never been to one before and wasn't sure about going. I diddn't know what to expect, if I'd be accepted or if I'd even like it. He explained it all to me and after about a week, I found myself loading a tent, some pans and dishes,my girl scout mess kit, a sleeping bag, a coffee stove thing, my dog and a few other things I'd need into the car and being taken to this rainbow gathering. We stopped several times, twice due to needing to use the restroom and another because we were lost (each time my dog needed out) and we were asking someone at a gas station for instructions when some people who were also going there said we could just follow them but they were going into the resteraunt to eat. We went in to eat too and there the place was filled with hippies. Gooseberry knew some of them so we sat near them and had a wonderfull time talking. When we all left, we just followed everyone else and were very releived that we weren't lost anymore and haddn't really been lost in the first place lol

So just as it wasgetting dark, we got there and we drove carefully up this hill along a dirt road in the dark and we parked in this place that was called Bus Villiage. There were tons of people camping out there. I set up my tent in a place near the car and the person who was near us welcomed us to sit by their fire and have some hot cocoa and some special brownies. I was so blown away at how kind, welcomeing and loving everyone was. I loved being around them all. Not a single person there had a mean thing to say about anyone. Everyone was accepting of everyone and everything. Our dogs were allowed to run free and play amongst themselves and it seemed that even they were peacefull. I loved the rainbow gathering. Even when we were harrassed by the police and barricaded in, we diddn't get upset and let it bother us.

I'd only planned on staying for a weekend, but the fact that I was so happy there and never wanted to leave was what kept me there for three weeks. A word of "please" and "thank you kindly" and a hug always got me a ride into town to get things that I needed and I'd share because I learned that sharing was what living was all about. I could go on and on but I'm sure you get the picture ^_^