Love Child

I was born August 21, 1969 in Columbus, Ohio.  Actually I very well could have been born at Woodstock had my dad gotten his wish.  My parents were in their late teens when they became pregnant with me.  I was their "Love Child."  Very typical for hippie-types from the late 60s.  The original Woodstock Festival was held August 15-18 in Bethel, NY.  My dad really wanted to go but with my mom being 9-months pregnant with me, they decided not to attempt it.  To my knowledge, there were no births at Woodstock.  I'm sure there were many babies conceived at Woodstock though.  I have always thought that it would have been so awesome had my parents went to Woodstock and my mom given birth to me during the festival.  Can you imagine?  I would have been THE world famous Woodstock baby.  Probably would have been on the cover of Time magazine.  Yeah, that would have done wonders to feed my narcissistic tendencies. 

My parents must have thought that they had the most perfectly precious child because they chose not to have any more children.  Either that or I was such a hellion that they didn't think that they could possibly tolerate another child like me.  I prefer to believe the aforementioned; however it was probably a little of both.  Not only was I an only child, I was the only grandchild on my dad's side of the family for quite a few years. On my mom's side of the family, I was the youngest grandchild.  I was not spoiled rotten...but damn close.  

Me & My Pops