When I was very young, I used to ride with my grandfather to the hardware store. There were a few hippies in the park across the street ( I had no idea what a hippie was then)
I was watching them while my grandfather was in the store, when a girl noticed me, smiled, and flashed a peace sign. I gave her one back, not knowing what it meant. She laughed, ran across the street, and put a flower in my hair telling me I was a "real flower child" . I asked what that meant, and she replied "It's flower power!"
When my grandfather came out he asked where I got the flower. I pointed to the girl across the street. He grumbled something, took it out of my hair and threw it away, that kind of stunned me. When I asked what was wrong with the flower he said "It was dirty".
I had no idea what that meant or why Grandpa was mad at a flower.
That was a long time ago. But, I have never forgot the day I became a "flower child".
