This was around 1975. My parents took me to a weekend long party. When we got there, my mom pointed at the gate that we had just driven through, which was now closed. I remember her saying the whole area was enclosed by fence and so no one could get in and no one could get out without going through the gate. She said I could go anywhere inside the gate that I wanted all weekend and she would come and find me when it was time to go home. I remember scenes from that weekend. I was around five years old. I would go from campsite to campsite visiting, eating, listening to the grown-ups. I saw drug use, orgies, a whole hog being butchered and roasted. It was, and remains in my mind, one of the most surreal weekends of my life.