I turned 10 in 1960
Never took LSD, I avoided drugs like the plague, they seemed dangerous for early on (however I had a booze issue).
My family both the immediate (parents) and the ones who partially raised me, were not positive about drugs. I was warned against them.
The schools warned against them. In two of the schools I attended while in New York City, there were even drug counselors. The one man had a briefcase filled with 'drugs' (actually they were props to inform us what the drugs looked like out on the streets). He came to our class and gave his lecture which many of essentially laughed off. We were a mix of invincible youth and in the other camp was woe is to befall us all. Ah, the joys of youth.
I never considered myself part of any defined group and that would include counter culture. Tended then and even now to follow my own path...often with wild abandon (and sometimes disastrous result).
The controlled substance act was a noble idea, but in reality it gave more problems than solutions. Further proof was shown in the years following the Rockefeller Drug Laws in New York State where possession of small amounts of an illegal substance led to long term incarceration for many, including first time offenders who were not dealing, just using for themselves. Some restrictions may have been necessary, however they were too strict and in the final picture it was in many ways deleterious in my view.
The 60s were a tumultuous time in many ways. There was the Vietnam War going on and a generation of baby boomers coming of age and rebelling against everything and nearly everybody.
It was a strange time as the news was showing war pictures and film and at the same time television programs were all sorts of make believe happy, where all was wonderful.
The late 60s brought about the realities of death as local boys were often dratfted...others enlisted, and many were never coming home, many others were coming home broken emotionally and often physically as well.
By the end of the 60s I had graduated high school and started college, I didn't think the Vietnam War would ever end and I was at times disillusioned by the seeming callous nature of our elected leaders and government in general.
Looking back, while it wasn't all sunshine, rainbows, gum drops and joyous romps through the country, neither was it all doom and gloom. I have used reflections upon that time to remind myself that all of life has good and bad, ups and downs.