A friend of mine and I went to Woodstock. We asked her father if we could borrow his new car and he let us. Of course we did not tell him where we were going.
I told my parents I was going to a cultural music event in New York, I was a teenager but was already taking college classes. That summer I was visiting a couple of my classmates that had transferred to NYU. When I got home my dad just grinned and asked me how did I like hearing Jimi and Janis in person? And told me if I ever told my mom he knew where I was going he would deny it and some things just did not need to be said,