These are the three most pathetic responses to this question that I could ever anticipate.  

Zzzzzzzzzzz.

Please, bring on a dopie. 

I was only three at the time, so I didn’t even know what was going on. I have, however, mentioned to my husband that if I had been a teenager or young adult at the time, I would have liked to have gone. The experience to me would have shaped the whole rest of my life.

No, I’m not a druggie, or even a stoner, but when I was young, I was into the rock and roll, and I guess I have always had a passion for the hippie style.

I went to Woodstock 1969 with my parents and two little brothers (my two little sisters missed out). I was 13. We couldn’t know it then, but my family was on the fast track to ruin. My mom was an alcoholic who had embraced hippie culture, and my uptight stepdad was experimenting with serious hallucinogenics. The night  at the motel room before heading out to the farm we must have rolled 50 joints, singing, "roll up..rollup for the mystery tour".

Our rental Montego Bay station waggon became mired in the mud and crawled down the road for about 10 hours until we reached the Woodstock Festival parking lot. We had tons of food packed in a cooler and water. We entered the venue and sat down on plastic and cardboard. We were on the left hand side of the ampitheatre facing the stage. My parents promptly proceeded to smoke themselves straight. Rain ensued. My little brothers got lost going to the outhouse. Happified hippies echoed our mom’s calls: ‘Geoffrey! Tony!’   They came back just fine. They also imitated my frequent pleas, "Pass the joint mom!"

It was a real adventure and probably the last time we did anything positive as a family. We left the next morning. They had tickets for all three nights but it was getting crazy. My parents had come for a grass-hazed Newport Folk Festival and gotten Naked Lunch instead. Amazingly, no one had broken into our car. We gave away plenty of PB&Js as we exited the Festival.  Good times, poignant memories.

I did not attend ~ lived on the West Coast and had no money to travel.  I was 17, had just left home for the first time, living in Hollywood (my hometown).  The events of that summer were just a little hard to wrap one’s mind around: first, Man Walked on the Moon in July - Amazing! Aug. 10 ~ Manson murders in Hollywood = evil and hate.  Aug. 16 ~ Woodstock = Peace and Music.   Humankind at it’s best and worst in a month’s span.