CHAPTER 1
The year was 1967, in the city of San Francisco, California. The season was fall and the weather was windy. I was sitting on the corner of Haight-Ashbury St., staring at a lady who was dancing in the middle of the street. I wondered if she was a hippie or just my wild imagination. She was wearing a bright red tang top, blue bell bottom jeans and a Pocahontas headband. I wasn't sure if she was barefoot or not. She held an acoustic guitar in her arms and she was singing loudly.
I rose from where I was sitting and went up to the girl dancing in the street. The girl didn't seem to notice that someone was tapping her on the shoulder. She finally stopped dancing and turned around to face me. I could see my reflection in her emerald green eyes, a girl with wild hair, a ripped violet t-shirt and my faded bell bottom jeans. My style isn't all that fancy, you'll usually see me wearing a t-shirt and jeans, maybe a headband but my hair is usually loose and natural.
When she faced me, she had a big smile on her face. She had well-formed cheekbones and long, straight, red hair with a flower above her ear. She was a bit taller than me and had a petite body.
"Are you okay? I've been watching you for the past few minutes and you seem happy for some reason," I said calmly.
"Hey! Well, yes. I'm excited! Aren't you?" yelled the stranger.
"Why would I be?"
"Hello?! It's San Francisco! Everything happens here and I have decided to go after my dream," she exclaimed, "By the way, my name is Julie. And you are?"
"Maggie Robinson."
"Maggie? Well Maggie, come with me."
Julie grabbed my arm with her big bony hands and dragged me down the street. She has much strength for the petite figure she had. We walked at least a mile before I asked her where she was taking me. I had just met a random stranger and now she's acting as if she's met me before.
"Julie, where are you taking me?" I asked nervously.
She responded "My hangout."
I thought she could be high, she's taking a complete stranger home for no reason. I don't even feel safe in these streets she's taking me through. All the people we're passing are hippies. I'm not used to being around these kinds of people. Where I come from, everything is quiet, perfect, and plain boring. The crazy hippies were dancing on the dirty streets, jumping, singing, hugging, and just moving their arms around maniacally. Some hippies where saying to get ready for the Summer of Love. I wondered what they meant by that...
"Oh! We're here Maggie!"