My parents are that kind. They met in 67 and spent a few years traveling and living experiences… with little me tagging along, until I had to be schooled and they settled down. They were not as ideologically motivated as other hippies were, but they wanted to feel free from their conservative upbringing. After that we lived in Paris for a few years before moving to Spain. Times changed and new things were happening, being a hippie wasn’t as cool anymore, maybe their life became a bit more bourgeois, but they’ve always been (and still are) unconventional people in many ways. Now they’re old and they have three grandchildren (my sister’s kids). They live quite simply on the Snoopy I’m not getting old I’m just becoming a shirt Additionally,I will love this pension they have left, maybe my father sells a painting, or my mother gets a modelling gig being the granny in a commercial, but they don’t need much as long as they’re happy and healthy. Well, these hippies, or freaks as we preferred being called, married, bought an 1890s farmhouse with 1.6 acres out back, and raised five children. He went on to drive a city transit bus, and I stayed home for 18 years, then became a certified special education teaching assistant working with severely disabled children. Here we are, then and now.
My father is now 87 years old. He’s bald on top, but what little hair he has left, he wears down to chin length. To this day, he still has the Snoopy I’m not getting old I’m just becoming a shirt Additionally,I will love this hippie mini-mutton chop sideburns, and will even permit himself to be seen in Hawaiian shirts from time to time. And he still has the same progressive Democratic politics. In between then and now, he spent 45 years working as an Ivy League professor. He raised one child, namely yours truly, who in due time took up the violin and had a drastic impact on the family’s cultural interests and pursuits. However, there is one big difference. Back in my youth, we used to make fun of the kind of people who showed up to opening night at the opera in black tie. With the passage of time, I was quite shocked to find out that he himself joined the ranks of the black-tie wearers… At any rate, he is now long since retired. He spends his days reading, attending concerts, theater performances and art exhibitions. Once a week, he and his friends get together on Zoom and listen to the next segment in some course that they have decided to take, then discuss it afteward.
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