Salad Days – 70’s Child

Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof) – from the Daily Prompt, 18 November.

How timely this prompt is – I immediately started to think of those good old days when I was a child of the 70’s. How we used to disappear on our bikes with a bundle of sandwiches and a container of orange squash that ALWAYS leaked in our saddlebags. We were out all day and only headed home once our stomachs were telling us it was time for tea or if one of us had fallen off the bike and grazed a knee.  I’m sure our Mum’s were nervous wrecks but we didn’t care about that – with no mobile phones I’m sure we were supplied with a few coins for the phone box in case of emergencies but apart from that, we used the sun and our hungry tummies as a guide for home time.

How we used to record the Top 40 on our tape recorders, trying to press the pause button at the right time when the radio presenter was talking – it was such a big event back then!

Ah! Those were the days – I could go on…..

By Waking the Wombat

Life - part two; Australia. Having spent the first 39 years of my life in England, with two adult children who don't need me so much, a workaholic husband and a head full of stuff waiting to be unleashed, Waking the Wombat is my place to share life's experiences with you.

7 replies on “Salad Days – 70’s Child”

Thanks Simone. We didn’t know about the nasty ‘stuff’ that went on in the world when we were young-I think that’s why we have such fond memories of childhood although I know there are plenty of people out there who had a terrible childhood. I was very fortunate.


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