was through the music of the original Broadway stage production, during the summer of 1962, prior to my entering the sixth grade, while I was attending day camp out west (in Tucson, AZ, to be exact.).
In the late 1950's-early 1960's, we'd go sledding down our street in the wintertime, on weekends and winter holidays, go down our sloping back lawn on our flying saucers, bicycling around town in the spring and summer, and we'd having swimming lessons at Concord's Walden Pond, and, later, a man-made pond shared by our town an another town near it, called Valley Pond.
The lifeguard at Valley Pond was a wonderful guy, who'd grown up in Southie (South Boston, MA) and pulled himself up by his own bootstraps by working as a milkman during the great depression, so he had some fairly controversial viewpoints which he made obvious to everyone, but he was a popular, cool guy all the same.
My dad was a doctor, my mom was a nurse he met on the job.
I was born in 1949, so the 60s were my teen and college years, and man they were great.
In 1956, we moved out of downtown and built a very nice modern house on 40 acres of "country" land , our neighbors were the Jones, he was also a doctor.
My parents still live in my childhood home, and when my dad retired in the early 1980s, he sold most of the 40 acres so they had something to live comfortably on, and now its an middle class suburb.I apologized, of course, then me and Laura went to the drive in.So those are some of my memories of the 1960s( I could tell you pages).Then I gave her the live soundtrack I had gotten her and she smiled, and her friends came over to listen to it with her.I hot my car back after a month, and a new phone cord and my record player's needle also.Like I said, my dad was a doctor, so he made a pretty good paycheck.