where i grew up we had a big rave scene called raindance. i went loads and was mostly off my face getting up to no good with a bunch of mates whose sole purpose in life was to get mashed every weekend. and we did.
its not really something i look back on with fondness, but i do get reminded of it occasionally and feel some sense of nostalgia. when i moved away from the area my mates were stil going but the appeal for me dwindled really. probably just as well cos i reckon most of them damaged a few brain cells in those later years - you know, the sort you'd see on jeremy kyle.
i would dread the thought of my daughters going to a tent in a field for a rave, remembering what we got up to in them with girls! but they'll need to find their own path in life, hopefully with a large does of streetwise common sense.