It’s my birthday… I’m * cough cough cough * years old.
If you want to do some vague math, I found the “Please look after this bear” tag from my Paddington Bear yesterday and although I think I was closer to six or seven when I got him, the tag is printed with 1975. That stock of bears might have been in a warehouse for a few years… Another clue, I was five when Star Wars was released and I saw it from the back of a station wagon in an Indiana drive-in movie cinema. I also remember the radio news of the death of Elvis.
Truth is, I’m glad I had a childhood in the seventies, and with that comes the total acceptance of being in my thirties now. I don’t ever wish I was younger, as to achieve it would certainly sacrifice an important era in my life. I like being in my thirties, even the later ones. 😉