We wore skirts so short they made headlines, boots that reached past our knees, and pants so tight they held every dream in place. We didn’t just witness change—we were the spark.
Our soundtrack was rebellion: The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix. They weren’t just background noise; they were our voice. We played records until the grooves wore down and sang until our throats gave out.
We roared through the streets on motorcycles, zipped around in Mini Coopers with the windows down, and called freedom our only destination. We sipped gin and tonics in smoky bars and danced barefoot in muddy fields, where rain mixed with rock ‘n’ roll.
We didn’t have Wi-Fi, filters, or screens in our hands. Our memories weren’t uploaded—they were lived. With tangled hair, dirty feet, and hearts that blazed, we built a world that stood tall, pushed back, and refused to be silenced.
So when you see us now, remember: we were fierce long before hashtags. We didn’t just dream of change. We became it.
Rock on, young ones. We already did. ✌
