Did anybody grow up in the 70s?

Freaks and skinheads. Greasers. Long dresses, long hair. Waiting for the bus to school in the dark. Bomb scares (probably more in 60s though); Harrods bomb..

Having baths in candlelight, Sitting in the dark having conversations with family as no TV (it was quite fun actually).

T-Rex, The Sweet, Little Feat, The Kinks, Roxy Music (first iteration)
Red rover bus passes
Bayswater Road
Flares

Petrol hitting 50p a GALLON due to nasty Sheikh Yamani
big cars that took 4 star were hit hardest

Cut "crystal" wine glasses from the green shield stamps

Creme eggs being on sale for two weeks before Easter only

Family hitch-hiking across the country

Ice on the inside of the windows in the winter. My grandparents only having an outside toilet, so having to use a chamber pot at night.

Fridges with an ice box at the top. Having to light the gas fire and stove with matches.

The Wombles, Bay City Rollers and John Travolta. Going to the local yearly funfair with friends, aged about 10, and being chatted up by the fair boys (who must have been 16 or so ).

Playing board games with my friend who lived next door all day long. Seeing an Atari games console for the first time (I still have one!)

Nothing to add, except that I loved being young in the 70s (born in 1959). I grew up in New Zealand so we didn't have the worries of power cuts, the IRA, 3 day weeks etc. Certainly we have moved on in many ways, but I don't think any decade has been as good as the 70s. Life was simpler, people didn't work the crazy hours they do now so had time for sports etc, less choice wasn't always a bad thing. Getting a bit nostalgic .....

One TV and one radio in house, controlled by dad

When I say controlled by dad, I mean he would choose from 1 of 3 channels and one of us would get up and change it for him!

Living in a terraced house, not having an inside toilet, we only had a postage stamp piece of garden, being the only child in the yard, having lots of " aunties" who spoilt me rotten. My mum did washing on a monday,she had a twin tub washer, shopping on Wednesday & Friday, scrubbing the front & back steps on a wednesday afternoon, she didn't do all the shopping at the supermarket, we went to the green grocers, butchers & bread shop, called at the co op for milk tokens, going to town by bus on a Saturday morning to meet my Nan & Grandad & queuing outside BHS to go & buy cheese & bacon then to the market. Going home for dinner from school, boys not allowed to wear long trousers at infant school, a boy who was a pupil being brought to the nativity on a stretcher, he had perthes disease & had been in hospital for almost a year. Living next door to a sandwich shop & 3 doors from the paper shop, the lady who owned the paper shop shouting out the window to tell me to be quiet because it was Sunday afternoon. Walking up to the end of the next block to the off licence to fetch a bottle of double diamond beer on a saturday night, kids sat on the steps of the working men's club with a bag of crisps & a bottle of pop with a straw while their parents were inside. The rag man who gave goldfish for rags, waving to people on the buses that went past our house. The rent & insurance men calling to collect payments, the milkman & bin men. Watching children's television from 4 00pm to 5.40pm then the adult programmes started. Play school, Jackanory, Blue Peter, Magic Roundabout, Crackerjack on a Friday.

I was born in 1966, so the seventies formed a large chunk of my childhood. I remember so much of the stuff people have already mentioned. Some of it would be viewed with horror today, but it was a different world back then and totally normal.

I remember sweet cigarettes. They were sweets sold in the shape and colour of cigarettes for children, and were in their own cigarette packets too. I used to like them and my smoker parents would buy them for us. I've never actually been a smoker myself though.

Summer of 1976 stood out as it was so long and hot. I don't think we had any rain between May and September.

Racism and sexism were everywhere. Nobody gave it much thought and it was considered totally normal. Sometimes I look back and wonder how we ever could have got away with it.

Coal fire/coal bunker, no central heating, fire made up every day
Bread or rolls toasted on a big fork at the fire was a huge treat
Power cuts
5 siblings in one bedroom
Walked to school by yourself from P1
Mum stayed at home while dad worked was the norm
Mince/casseroles and boiled potatoes was standard, followed by huge rice puddings or tinned fruit with custard made with custard power. spaghetti bologanse was exotic foreign food 😂
No sunscreen, you just burned at the beginning of summer
Hand me down clothes (from brothers!) and rag n bone man
Grocery van came round every day
Every week mum, sis and me would go to butcher, fishmonger, green grocer, bakers, chemist, and grocery store and bring home the weekly shop for 7 on the bus.
Dad never lifted a finger, we made him tea on command from an early age
Holiday every year was visiting relatives in argyll for a week
Highland games every year was big in the town
One TV and one radio in house, controlled by dad
Played out from early age, had to be home before lights came on.
Only music in the house was brat pack or country

Cherry jublees
Jamboree bags
Wedge shoes
Wembley market on a Sunday
Junior school
Milk in primary school - orange in the summer
School dinners were the best then
Travelling all over London on a red d/decker in the summer holidays with a 'Rover' ticket.
BIBA
Oxford Street
Christmas was magical as a child
I had a chopper bike (lucky me, lots of kids wanted one)
Scrubs Lane funfair
Richmond Park
IRA
Strikes
3 day week

• The Silver Jubilee and getting my silver coin!
• The Alpine man delivering Dandelion and Burdock fizzy stuff
• Crackerjack!!
• Jumble Sales (getting buried in piles of clothes!)
• Take Hart with Tony Hart
• Trying to carve a suede for Hallowe'en
• Girls World (best gift EVER)
• Evel Knieval - my brothers fav toy!
• white dog poo

Vesta Chicken Curry (still miss it)
Cremola Foam
Getting a 10p mixture from the sweetie shop
The long hot summer of 1976
Power cuts and strikes
Wearing a lot of brown polyester
Getting my first long party dress: it was burgundy and had tiers
BBC2 showing the Test Card half the day
No shops open on Sunday except the newsagents for the Sunday papers

Worrying about the threat of nuclear war (with the “clock”) at a few minutes to midnight.

Lots of mince and jumble sale clothes.

Playing outside all day with minimal supervision.

Brown swirls for home decor .

Games - skippy, double Dutch, Elastics, Jacks,

Not much in the way of take away food. Fish n chips. There was a Chinese shop, dad would take bowl from home, and get if filled with rice.
Public telephones boxes that actually worked. Big phone books.
I remember colour Tv coming to Australia in about 1973.
Tea cosies.

Flares
Big hair do’s
No baby safety capsules for the car back then.
No Sunday shopping.

Mums didn’t cook from scratch. They just made tea.

More than anything I wanted marker pens like Tony Harte used.

The start of Grange Hill. Everyone at school got giant flicks and starting tutting like Tricia Yates.

The smell when the rain finally fell in 1976.

Chilblains.

Bombs. As I child I left a small attached case containing some colouring and Enid Blyton books at a bus stop in our village. The bomb squad were called!

black and white TVs
Rag and Bone man
Bonacord ginger
Provi cheques for uniform (we were poor)
Free school dinner tickets
The belt-I got the belt for standing on the toilet seat , I was 5
Lots of peanuts!
Washing up liquid bottles being use in the summer for water fights
Staying out all day with friends from a very young age
No seat belts
Adults smoking everywhere
Space hoppers
Saturday night TV was for all the family
Played lots of board games
lots of 2pences for the phone
Racism was unchallenged
Scrambles at weddings- kids would wait for the bride and groom to leave the church and if they were rich they threw silver pennies and if not so rich it was coppers

40p to watch local team in First Division in 'schoolboys enclosure'. (I still went, was in charge of all the other kids ( I was 13))
Going to the Wimpey as a final holiday treat.
Baskin Robbins opened a shop in the City Centre
Punk, New Wave and Heavy Metal

Things lasted longer too. My nubbly arran cardi dressed me, my sister, both of my kids and both hers. Still going strong

I never wore pink either. Orange brown and green mostly! Never black.

Kids’ clothes didn’t have ludicrous signifiers of gender all over them. I had jeans, dungarees, jumpers and t shirts and one party dress. No one felt the need to put sequins or flowers on any of them to indicate I was female and bar the dress a boy could have worn any of my clothes without raising an eyebrow.

I was just going to put a cereal box on the recycling... making things out of cereal boxes and washing up liquid bottles a la Blue Peter and it not being completely lame!

Born in the early 70's so remember:

Rhubarb and Custard (cartoon)
Captain Pugwash
Magic Roundabout
Blue Peter with John Noakes and Shep the dog

Cycling 3 miles along country roads to primary school with my sibling every day

School milk getting frozen in winter / trying to drink a milk slushie with a straw

Summer of '76 / dad burning his feet on the sand at the beach

Fancy dress / Papier mache costume for the Silver Jubilee in 1977

Winter (I think also 1976) where the snow drifted so much (8-10 feet deep) they needed to dig out the roads to make them passable (this was in SE England)

Reading lots (I still have 'Albert goes to sea' somewhere!)