There's been a lot of buzz going on about the summer of '67. Where were you and what do you remember?

I was 14 and lived in a small relatively isolated coastal town. I went on a youth trip to Montreal and was blown away. There was a big world out there!

I made new friends, the music was great and I did drugs for the first time. I also had a frustration that I was so young, too young to hit the road hitchhiking, and too far away from where I perceived the action to be. It was an exciting time.

A counsellor once told me that only a very small percentage of women from my strongly working class background achieved the professional level that I had. I really have to attribute it to that summer. My life changed in subtle ways that eventually led me in a much different direction than that of the rest of my family and friends.

My son is 14, almost exactly 40 years younger than me. As much as I wish an exciting summer for him this year, I'm glad he's not getting into the kind of trouble that I did back then.

I was an egg. In an ovary. I am not sure if it was the left or right one since it was kinda dark in there. =)

I went to Expo '67 with some of the senior grrls from my boarding school. We were chaparoned by nuns and slept in the rec hall in a church in downtown Montreal. A few of us picked up some boys and arranged to sneak out at midnight to meet up with them. The necking sessions we had were great but ended up with all of us being suspended for a week. Later on that fall I got expelled for smoking dope. My father responded by insisting that I get my "hippie" hair cut off.