Adult Child of Hippies
The cover of Adult Child of Hippies is priceless. For anyone who started out life in the 1960s or 1970s, a version of this photograph of a mostly-naked, preadolescent girl sporting a flower in her mouth probably exists in the family album.
Willow Yamauchi is banking on the fact that the rest of the book will resonate with readers just as strongly. A funny, inspired work in the vein of Jeff Foxworthy’s You Might be a Redneck…, Yamauchi’s humor will help you come to terms with whether or not you were raised by wolves... er, hippies. Each page contains a simple phrase such as “You breast-fed until grade school.” The facing page has a vintage photograph of a real-life flower-child to bring back memories.
There are 144 statements for the reader to identify with, become horrified by, or both. There is extra credit available. For example, you get one point for noting that you practiced yoga daily as a child, but you get a bonus point if your family did it while naked. At the end of the book is a breakdown of scores and the author’s tongue-in-cheek assessment of just how far you’ve distanced yourself from your hippie roots.
I found myself laughing out loud many times as I made my way through the book and it will definitely occupy a place on my bookshelf that is easy to find so that when I have other “flower children” over for dinner we can thumb through it and relive our childhoods. Even if you don’t think you were a child of hippies, Willow Yamauchi’s book might give you a reason to treat the rest of us with a little more compassion in light of what we had to endure growing up during the Woodstock Era.