I was born in Poland in 1994 (not that long ago, I know), and I grew up in a family that loved music. My dad's love for music swiftly infected my sister and later on me. I remember when there was a Polish version of Woodstock (Przystanek Woodstock, translated to Woodstock Halt) came to a nearby town. That was in 2003 I believe and I think that was the first concert of my life so I was obviously really looking forward to it. My dads best friend who lived in that city (Zary) passed away not long before that so it was an experience going back to that town for my dad.
I was 9, so what did you expect, I was waiting for the big fireworks that were suppose to some in the end. I was pretty confused, it was really loud, everybody seemed to have a good time, some because of the music some because of the...alcohol. I even remember some random man walking up to my dad and yelling to his friend "Hey look! It's Jesus!" (my dad had a beard and longer hair back then and now that I think about it, he did somewhat look like him). Well it was around midnight and the fireworks were about to start and wouldn't you know it. I feel asleep, right before they started. My mom later told me they were louder than the music but that didn't seem to bother me, I just slept on. I was really disappointed that nobody woke me up. I still loved the atmosphere at that young of an age. Well now that it's the 40th anniversary, I really want to go to Woodstock one more time. The energy of it is wonderful, plus this time I'd get to see the fireworks. I got my Woodstock t-shirts ready and let's rock!