Why Are The Seventies So Special? My family was finally together.

I cannot remember much when I found out my Uncle Fred and cousins Mike and Barry were essentially my dad and brothers. Was I thrilled to find my real family or was I sorrowful to see my surrogate family go? I really can't remember much of those years. I know they were never quite happy times because of the torturing of my two siblings. I was the youngest and last one in so they'd already joined ranks against me and I did suffer badly at their hands.

But slowly things got better and there were new things and places to explore and I had a new brother only eighteen months older than me to play with. We were the great adventurers going fishing at Cooks Ferry and The Hollow pools. Frogging in the 'LoonyBin' a disused swimming pool in Whipps Cross hospice that reportedly had psychological cells beneath. Conkering and scrumping, playing run-outs and football, swimming and saturday morning pictures.

We were wild street kids, unfettered by parental control. The world was ours to explore and explore it we did. We were really inventive making our own toys from go-carts and skateboards to the powerful Tank. If we required cash we might do a Corona bottle hunt for the deposits. We haven't ever had much money but I don't recall us complaining. We used to have family parties each Xmas with decorations up we had made ourselves, listening to 45's on the case record player with it's arm loaded with pennies to stop it from jumping. Trying to hide from my nan who would fully out-dance everyone on the floor and have a sing-a-long to my dad's piano playing and doing the March of the Mods.

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