Hi all....I found this site quite by accident, I was searching info on the Hal Marchman Act a few days ago and have been lurking here ever since! I can't seem to quit reading this stuff. I still haven't remembered much more about it than this; it must have been 1972, I think I was at 2 different locations, the first seemed like maybe a huge tent? I remember the names, Art, Libby. There was a stage? with a very brightly painted toilet on it maybe it was pink, and although I don't have a specific memory of it being used, I don't think it was a good thing. The second location seems like it was on a busy, but desolate highway, it was some sort of loading dock,abandoned, concrete wharehouse type place. I remember my mom suppying me with cartons of cigarettes, probably her own guilt for putting me there. I asked her questions about it yesterday and her memory is vague but she took me out? or let me quit? because she said she didn't think it was right that they made you stand up in front of everybody and tell what a stupid, worthless asshole you are. I do remember being very afraid at school (sunrise middle?) to talk to my freinds because they had people watching you and would tell, I can't remember what would happen if you did. I have no concept in time of how long I was there.