I was 13 years old that summer. We were living in the Outer Sunset, I was attending parochial school, and took riding lessons at Mar Vista on Saturdays. Sunday afternoons I would head to the polo field in Golden Gate Park to watch the matches and maybe have the chance to walk the ponies. I was aware of what was happening in the Haight, but was a bit too young to be involved. Going to the Haight did not interest me, and even if I wanted to, my Mom would not have let me. Such was my Summer of Love.