A lot of our clothes were either sewn or knitted by my mother. There was no taking
it back to the store because we just didn't like the colour. We also had a lot of second hand stuff from friends and it was received with gratitude.
Like Paul, there were no mobile phones. We only saw computers on the TV and they were huge. And, speaking of phones, there was no telemarketing that I can think of although occasionally someone would come to the door and try to sell you a set of encyclopaedias or a vacuum cleaner.
I remember when most cars weren't fitted with seat belts.
When I was growing up the stigma around depression was huger than it is now. Although the next door neighbour was taking a well-known anti-anxiety med for her agoraphobia, but no-one talked about it much.
We didn't lock our doors at night because it was a small town. We didn't even know where the keys were. In spite of that, my mother was terrified that we would be kidnapped, so we were warned to not take rides from strangers.
I was eight years old when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. Yeah - I'm an old person.
