Hippy Kids

Karen Ray

We put our shoes in our pockets. I think if we had been proper hippies we would have left them behind or given them to a poor person. We were taking a big risk, what with dog poo and veruccas, but not even the certain telling off when we got back was going to stop us. We weren't in California either - at least I didn't think St Andrews was in California. But it didn't matter - it was sunny, we were all laughing and I met with nothing but love from everyone I met.

In the shop I had chosen a rather squat shaped bell. It was made of brass and hung round my neck on a leather thong. The lady in the shop told me it made me look like Mia Farrow. I had no idea who she was, but I was pleased. I pretended that my bell was the nicer, but I had second choice this time and so immediately wanted the one she chose. Hers was a more elegant, thinner one; probably better suited to her. ... (continues)