Robin Romeo, 55,  Huntington. Realtor and law office manager.      

That summer, I had an epiphany: I realized if I went to a bowling alley wearing $2 sneakers, I could trade them for very colorful and ventilated bowling shoes. And I did.

My parents were mortified.

Ultimately they gave my sister and I their car, pop-up trailer and money to go to Woodstock on the condition I get rid of the bowling shoes. I was going there for a weekend getaway with my sister. It turned out to be more of a survival story than a music event: looking for food, water and a dry place to stand. We existed primarily on watermelon.

But I still have fond memories. A couple of years ago, I worked on a book about Woodstock with one of the original producers.

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