Woodstock Fifty Years Ago August 15 19, 2019

WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019 I knew nary a whit about rock n roll history soon to unfold August fifteen – eighteen ninety sixty nine mollycoddled, nestled, obliviously preoccupied bajillion miles away attending Baker Park Day Camp within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania innocently naive shy lad hidebound, yours truly to prefer tried and true familiar turf quite limited radius circumscribed physical world, yes quite sheltered proximity, where birth family resided 324 Level Road Collegeville outward bound sphere comprised safe circumference nsync within unhealthy insecurity arising, whereabouts arbitrarily drawn circle defined mine safe haven hence, ignorance prevailed encompassing world at large, hence bajillion miles distant Max Yasgur's 601 acre (2.4 km²) dairy farm in the town of Bethel, New York, asper outside realm consciousness pertaining to yours truly absolute zero awareness, where stripling, (and stripped bare) youths, some approximately twice my age immersed themselves into unforgettable experiences of lifetime, which Woodstock Music, and Art rock music festival teases fanciful overactive imagination speculating buzzfeeding aural oral, nasal, tactile, visual... senses ruing, lamenting, bemoaning... owning cowardly risk averse demeanor shielding self against bazaar panoply augmenting exposure inviting bizarre phenomena, versus being tethered predictably within familiar bubblicious range umbilical cord (albeit figurative) linkedin (courtesy known environment) allowing, enabling, and providing regret (benefit of 20/20 hindsight) to tweezer what if...scenario transcending comfort zone, which looming fear of unknown hogtied opportunity to sample novel adventures (as opposed to reading such tales of daring do sequestered as avid bookworm) expending hours as quiet natured kid (rarely heard or seen), and reading still predominant passion providing passive access, now finding me remonstrating the detriment against exhibiting proactive modus operandi.