I was six years old and about to start the first grade.

My parents were going out of town for a week with friends and they told my older brother he needed to plan to stay home and look after me while they were away.

Little did they know, he had already made plans to attend Woodstock. After my parents left, I distinctly remember my brother asking me if I wanted to go camping. So...my brother, his best friend, three girls, and I made the long drive from Hickory, NC to Bethel, NY in a VW van.

I honestly don't remember all that much about it. I remember the long drive. I definitely remember all the people and the rain. I remember the music mostly because you could hear it even when you weren't at the stage area. I mostly remember my big brother taking me camping.

It was years before my brother worked-up the courage to actually tell our parents about it.