I remember …
Long trips in the car, sleeping in beds made up for us in the back of the station wagon. There were no seat belts in those days.
Watching The Lone Ranger, Wagon Train and Rin Tin Tin on TV, translating the stories into all the Cowboys and Indians games we played with the kids in our street.
Mr Magoo, My Favourite Martian, The Beverley Hillbillies, I Dream of Jeannie … and Richard Greene as Robin Hood.
The Mr Whippy Van and melting soft icecream in cones, with a Cadbury Flake chocolate protruding from the top.
Adults tapping their feet impatiently behind us, when we kids took ages to choose sixpence worth of mixed lollies from behind the glass counter at the milk bar.
Working proudly as an ‘ink monitor’. Mixing powder and water to make the ink then filling the inkwells in the desks
Building cubby houses, go karts and defendable forts out of boxes, sticks and other scraps we found around the yard.
When men first miraculously landed on the moon. A couple of hundred of us packed into the school hall, watching in wonder the grainy images on a black and white TV.
Seeing the Vietnam marches on TV. Wishing I could be there too, but my parents wouldn’t let me because I was too young.
Purple brushed denim jeans, lime green and purple floral shirt and platform shoes.
And for all of you who also remember these things …
… here’s an amusing update on our lives! :)