Why Are The Seventies So Special?

This is the query i get asked such a lot of times and I quite truthfully don't know the real answer.
Was it that the music was miles better back then or could it be that being raised in the seventies without the pressures and responsibilities that adultness brings, will always make those sun filled days seem better.
Or is there more to it than that.
the only real way to find out is to tell you my story as I know it and let you choose for yourselves why the seventies are so special to me.
So let us go through the Arched window ( always my fave ) and let me relate my tale.
At the time of my conception my family was living in Scarborough on the outskirts of Toronto, Canada. My folks and eldest brother had emigrated there few years earlier and my brother Barry was born there. From what my dad tells me it had been a lovely place to live, in the winter fire engines would come around and shoot their hoses for an hour to make a skating rink for the people to skate on. Everything was idyllic until my mum got ill when she was carrying me.
From what I learned from my pa she suffered from a heart condition. And recommended by her doctor that she'd have a better chance of living if she did not have me. Well she probably did select me and therefore her health did indeed suffer. Towards the end of the pregnancy she got very bad and my pa had to sell up fast and move back to England as my mummy wanted to come home.
I was born in Feb and my mother died in August.
As my pop was forced to sell quickly he couldn't afford to keep us all together so my brother Barry went to remain with an aunt and I went into two homes and then thankfully taken in by my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Harold in Hackney.
It was here that I spent my first years of growing up, eating winkles and cockles on sunday evenings, watching The Monkees with my sister Christine and playing with our puppy labrador Nanouk which my Uncle purchased to help him with his hunting. Now Nanouk had other ideas when it came to exercise for when my Uncle first took her out and shot a duck down Nanouk just looked up at him as if to say you do not expect me to go get that do you? She never went with him again.

I can remember lot's of wildfowl pies and rabbit stews whilst living there and my favourite, stewed eels and mash manufactured by my Aunt Dorothy. We used to go out fishing for them with my new 'brother and sister' Richard and Christine. I need to explain here that I wasn't told about my real parents at this time so I presumed they were my family and so they were. My brother Richard was a lot older than me and I thought he was God, I stood in awe of him and can remember swiping his things and hiding them under my pillow. Not because I actually wanted them but because they were his. I can also remember my sister Christine making me a nice cuddly bear which I loved and appreciated for years and having rows with her dad becaue he wouldn't let her watch the Monkees.
I only have good memories from there. Playing with my kaleidoscope when I was sick with chicken pox. Even when I was disobedient and got sent to my room i can remember climbing out the window and shinning down the drainpipe to play in the garden in my favourite treasure chest. Oooh I was a naughty boy.
It was 1967 when Harold and Dorothy took me on a drive to Leyton. I can remember pressing the button in the lift to take us up to the ninth floor.

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