I am not sure which part you cannot imagine. I sometimes feel like I am dishonoring my parents to say what it was like growing up as one of eleven children, when we were never told we were loved, and there was no affection. We were housed, and fed, and clothed, and educated. It was a different generation, wasn't it? I was left with a terrible void in my life. I think most people experience that to some extent, any ways... that void. For me, it was profound. It was too easy coming out of that lack to fall into the lie of the culture of my time: free love.