When I was 15 I was living in California. This was during the era of the Viet Nam war. At this time I was staying with my grandmother going to school. After school, my friends and I would go walking the streets and on the beach selling POW bracelets. We kept seeing the stories on TV about San Francisco and decided this is where we wanted to be and to go. So we made a plan to hitchhike up there to see what it is was all about. Each one of us told our parents that we were spending the weekend at the other person's home. We had it all arranged that after school on Friday we'd leave.
\We hitchhiked up the coast from San Diego to San Francisco. During our trip, we were picked up by a few other people who were on their way up the coast. There was this one couple that took us up there with them. They were what they called love children or a love child during this era. We arrived in San Francisco and had no idea where to do when we got there. Each of us only had a few dollars with us. We ended up sleeping in the park for the night and a policeman picked us up. They called our parents in San Diego. My grandma couldn't drive so it was up to one of my friend's dad's to come up there to pick us up and take us home.