Saved by Rock N Roll

The story of how I discovered music and what it meant for my life. 

Mix tapes and Grateful Dead tapes

When I was twelve years old during the summer between 6th and 7th grade, I started sneaking out at night. I lived in a small town on the CT shoreline that was even smaller then, and my family lived in an old Colonial house with a big huge barn, both built in the mid 19th century. Two other girls my age lived in the neighborhood and a lot more boys. There was a room in our barn that eventually became my father’s office, but when I was in middle school it was a hang out space. My two neighbor girlfriends and I would sleep out there almost every night during the summer.  It was the turn of the 1990's, before technology invaded our lives.

Read the full story, originally published on Little Hippie's blog.

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