Greetings, I was put in The Seed at the ripe old age of 13 by my desparate parents. I'm sure after talking with reps from The Seed, they were convinced that I would end up- how did they used to drill into our heads time and time again - on the street, dead or in jail. Now that I'm a parent of 2 teenage girls that have put me and their father through every test under the sun (well almost), I believe I was probally going to have the bad attitude, smart mouth, and yes, experiment with drugs and alcohol, but that ultimately I would come out on the other end OK. But, of course I'll never know because from 1972 - 1977 off and on were spent at SR84 Seed and the one at the race track in Miami. Newcomer, Oldcomer, Oldtimer, opps back to newcomer.
I've been reading through the topics here for a couple of days. I can't believe how many memories have been dug up. You see, I don't tell people I went to the Seed. It's buried. But, I remember the Orange Bowl, the peanut butter& jelly, koolaid, being "come down on" cigarettes being passed to end of row, the sick room where staff told us the people from the courts withdrew from herion on what they thought was methedone but was really asprin. I never met a real live junkie or prostitute till I went to the Seed.
It's so good to hear so many of you say you can't remember so clearly because NEITHER CAN I!
I have really mixed feelings about the whole thing. I guess that's part of why it's surpressed.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this forum.