Like Mother, Like Daughter?

How do you do what you really want without hurting anyone? My mother used to be a wild one. Spent a lot of time in Mexico. Spent some time on the road. She never spent time behind bars but she spent a lot of time alone.

From my Mother: The longest cross-country trip I ever took, I took alone, sleeping bag strapped to the back of my bike. That was the same trip I met the “Manson” family. I was on my way back. This time hitch-hiking, by myself. I’d slept under a bridge right outside Santa Fe. First thing in the morning, a man and his wife picked me up. They had like five kids. They asked me if I would stay in their home with their kids while they went to a wedding in Missouri. They had a bulletin board in their kitchen with all the clippings of the Manson trials. One of the children I stayed with was that baby that dissapeared. This family had lived in the Manson commune and been a part of that family. When I asked the children what Charles was like they said that he was a wonderful, loving man and that there was no way he had done what he had allegedly done. I loved those kids. Even the youngest who was 6 had taken LSD. When the mom and dad finally came home, the little boy asked me if I would take him with me when I left. I told him I would and the mom and dad even agreed to it. But, the night before we left, the dad came on to me hard and I refused him. The dad got mad and decided not to let him leave with me. So many “Doors of Perception” opened that would have been better left untouched. I love you. Mom