Did anybody grow up in the 70s?

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Yes, I remember Sunny Smiles! We used to be given a little book of photos of smiling children, and went door to door selling the pictures for a charity donation. We were given them at Brownies and I remember going out to sell them, including to people I didn't know. Certainly wouldn't be done now! I used to love looking through the pictures at all the children though.

@shinynewapple I remember the rollerball lip gloss. Bonne Bell cleanser was so harsh. It used to strip my skin and leave my face and my acne bright red.

Does anybody who was a teenager in the late '70's remember the clear lipgloss in a rollerball tube which had flavours like bubble gum and chocolate?

Miners blue eye shadow

Anne French cleaning milk and Bonnie Bell 10-0-6 cleaner for your spots

Starskey and Hutch

Charlie's Angels

The pips going in the phone box, so you had to shove another coin in or you’d be cut off in a few seconds. There was a slot for 2ps and one for 10ps.
No school uniform at our primary, except for the PE kit of navy shorts and green t-shirts. We always longed for the apparatus out in the hall but it rarely was - possibly someone realised the risk of kids falling 15ft on to a hard floor from the frames that were attached to the wall.
We had indoor toilets at school but at playtime or lunchtime you had to use the outdoor toilet block and that was grim. It also had hard toilet paper that was like tracing paper.
Children’s clothes were quite formal compared to today. I was bought outfits for best ie Sunday school which eventually I’d wear to school. Jeans were only allowed at school on swimming days.
Our village had several shops that sold women and children’s clothes, and there was an independent shoe shop that also did shoe repairs. The nearby town had M&S, British Home Stores, an independent department store, and Woolworths of course. Woollies has gone, of course, along with the department store and BHS, and Marks’ as my mom called it has moved to an out of town mall.
I just about remember a Spar opening in our village when I was about five, as part of a new precinct with a chemist, hair salon, newsagent etc, and adjacent library, community centre and health centre. And the first supermarket - Asda - opening a few miles away. We went on an evening presumably because dad had to take us in the car to get there so it was doubly exciting!
Babies were sometimes left in prams outside shops. The librarian tried to make mom leave my pram outside but it was a very steep hill and mom refused. Librarians were strict and told you to hush if you spoke in more than a whisper. We had little cardboard tickets and when you borrowed a book they’d be filed in long rows, and given back to you when you returned it. I loved watching the books being stamped.
No pubs served food. Meals out were very rare, for occasions like an 18th birthday maybe. We occasionally went to a pub and sat in the beer garden on a sunny evening. Very few had a kids’ play area so I used to be bored.
Holiday was usually two weeks in Newquay, which was like a different world with the little gift shops open on an evening. We’d set off in the middle of the night to beat the traffic, and during the whole fortnight we’d maybe have one drizzly morning.
There was very little choice for anything. Life seemed so much simpler then...

Green Shield stamps
Silver jubilee street parties
Punk
The Test Card on TV
My DF watching snooker on the black & white TV - somehow he knew which colour the balls were.
Blancmange

I got my first job aged 9
My second Saturday job aged 13
My third job (full time, £17 a week) aged 15

No seat belts in cars

TV adverts about no seatbelts in cars.

Green cross code adverts.

Playschool , rainbow tv show.
Worzel Gummage and the muppets on a Sunday after bath &
Tv only on at lunch time then tea time.

Sunday grandstand sports on a Sunday, then a cartoon.

Crossroads then bed on a week night.

Going to the shops for my mums fags and a newspaper

50p pocket money which bought a bounty bar, can of coke and packet of crisps... with change remaining.

Playing out all day every day only returning home for a jam butty at dinner time.

Corner phone boxes, my mum queuing with a bag of old 10p pieces every week.

No bike helmets.

Walking everywhere for miles.

Doing pe in knickers and vest.

I remember having two different alarm bells at school, one for fire where you just left the building as quickly as possible and left everything, and the other for bombs when you had to bring your bags with you so that there was fewer items for the bomb squad to search.

Mashed potato in powdered form that you added boiling water to. It was an indulgent treat to have that with baked beans.

No computers or television at school and we used to rush into the hall on Fridays because “Come and Praise” was on the radio and we’d sing along to that!

Older years sitting the 11+ (stopped in about 1981 here)

Sitting in the boot of estate cars and being really chuffed if motorists waved back to you.

Ice on the inside of your windows

Everything brown and orange, including our Allegro

Cars didn’t start in the winter

Snow

No uniform at primary school

Angel Delight for pudding at school

Never had pasta, rice, noodles or cous cous

No eating out

Milk in little bottles at school

Anyone remember Sunny Smiles and Tropical Fruit drink?

Family photos at Christmas, with me and my girl cousins all wearing identical corduroy Clothkits outfits.
Learning to swim with heavy plastic floats.
Multi-coloured Swap Shop on Saturday mornings.
The big switchover from sheets and blankets to "continental quilts", with brown abc orange flowery colours.
Doing Music and Movement in the school hall in our vests and pants.
Prunes and custard for school lunch.

I had the opposite experience @Ellmau, reading the basics before school was common and school dinners were so good.

It was very unusual to have done any learning to read before primary school - I was the only child at my school who had learnt at home. No homework in primary school, but in the upper years of primary we had Projects in the holidays.

School dinners were awful.

My dad telling ghost stories by candlelight during the power cuts.
Listening to the top 20 on a transistor radio while sunbathing on a sun-baked lawn in a heatwave.
Baked Alaska and Angel Delight after Sunday lunch.
Falling off my platforms when running upstairs at school.
So, so many teachers with droopy moustaches and schoolboys with collar length hair.
Tank tops, halter necks, midi skirts and hot pants.
Going to sleep in a bed with nylon sheets, nylon pillowcases and scratchy blankets instead of duvets. Seeing static sparks when putting on a nylon nightie.
Watching ‘Tomorrow people’, ‘Double Deckers’ and ‘Banana Splits’
Reading Jackie, Tammy and Bunty.
Cycling everywhere and spending school holidays going on picnics with schoolfriends. Leaving the house early and being out all day.
Writing and receiving loads of letters every week. Going to the phone box at the end of the road with piles of small change because there was no phone at home.
Repairmen for every conceivable household item (bikes, washing machine, telly). Everything getting fixed rather than replaced.
Having a coal hole and an old Anderson shelter in the garden.
My sis riding to her wedding in her fiance’s bubble car.
Thinking ‘pong’ was the most amazing advancement in computing ever.

I remember going to Carrefour to do our weekly shop as it was the first hypermarket in the area. Mum complained decimalisation was an excuse to put prices up. I also remember trains that had doors that you could open manually and lads showing off hanging out of the train.

I was 10 in 1970. This takes me right back to the early 70s

Playing Hopscotch for hours on the pavement.

Watch with Mother and Listen with Mother.
The Likely Lads. Great show.
The Liver Birds.
The Golden Shot

Quash Cordial
Instant Whip dessert
Chunky Chicken from M&S
Smash
Pickles
A Jelly and cream flan on Sundays.
Cremola Foam
Garlic powder (hidden in case my dad saw it)
Ginger concoction of a drink my dad made at Christmas. Was disgusting

Milk Bars (coffee shops)
Dinner in restaurant once a year

Moses sandals
Homemade clothes

Bath was on Saturday evening before watching

Dickson of Dock Green and then
Black and White Minstrel Show

Dismal Sundays. All males watched footy and women chatted. No knitting was allowed.

Macrame
Being able to do lightning dances in your brushed nylon sheets and nighties (turn the lights out, watch the sparks!)
Nylon all round really. Nylon had just come in as a fabric so we had horrid nylon T-shirts (under wide whale corduroy smock dresses)
And nylon polo neck jumpers which no one looked nice in

Upstairs, Downstairs (I can still remember the theme song and Lesley Anne Down who I thought was the most beautiful woman ever)

Knee high socks with toes in them (really uncomfortable)

Dynamo on your bike to make the lights work
Going out all day long under 10 and your mum not having any idea where you were

Big parties with people dancing to Chicago and the 5th Dimension and then driving home even though they were pissed

Clogs

Angel delight

Sweets that were 4 for a penny

No central heating. Living in a house with ice on the inside of the windows in winter and no fire in bedrooms.

The boiling hot summer of 76. Nowhere had air conditioning.

Leaving school at 15. No prom. No disco. You just left.

Blue eyeshadow. Grey tights for school that we mended by sewing up the ladders.

No showers. 2 baths a week because the immersion heater was expensive to put on.

Massive platform shoes. Cheesecloth shirts. Bomber jackets. French cut trousers with 6 button waistbands. Punk.

Walking everywhere. For miles. I measured my school walk on google maps and it was 2 miles each way. Never ever got the bus. I was very skinny.

Everything bought in the 'local shop' - mum sending me with a string bag and a shopping list which the shopkeeper took and made up the shopping from.

Being sent to buy her ciggies with a 'please serve my daughter with 20 B&H's' note...I was under 10

The 'mobile man'...a big can used to come down our street which was a shop on wheels selling essentials!

The 'egg man' came once a week with a dozen fresh eggs

No seatbelts....my dad was a milkman. Me & DB used to ride in the back of his van sat on a few upturned milk crates. We had to hang onto the contours of the wheel arches when we went round corners stop sliding all over the place!!

Everything was disgusting lurid colours and patterns. If you had orange paisley wallpaper with purple gloss work you were very en vogue!

Eating out at a Bernie Inn once a year as a special treat

Pomagne at Xmas

Creamy strawberry desert in a tin called Sweetheart

Biscuits with a scroll and county names on them...so yummy!

Taping the Top 40 iff the radio with a tape recorder and a little microphone

Sindy not Barbie

So many more....I loved the 70s

Strikes, powercuts, water shortage (76) but my memories are limited, my memories of the 80's are more complete

The wombles
Green cross code
Silver jubilee
My Raleigh bike - endless trips on this at weekends
Day trips with the Brownies
Sweets in 2oz bags
Knitting and sewing lessons at primary school and brownies
Milk at school break time

No central heating but we had electric blankets. My mum would tell one of us to ' nip upstairs and turn the blankets on' a couple of hours before bedtime.

Dodging out of the way of the coal man as he ran down the garden path with a massive sack of coal on his back.

Collecting the milk off the door step in winter, which was frozen so the foil lid had lifted off.

Sunday night was bath night and all the kids got thrown in together while your mum attacked you all with a flannel and a bar of lifebuoy soap after drowning you with jugs of water poured over your hair which was washed with shampoo on a good day, but washing up liquid if the shampoo had run out.

Chest freezers becoming more affordable. My parents used to have half a dead cow, sheep and pig delivered twice a year for the freezer.

Colour tv's becoming more affordable. I think my parents got their first one in around 1974. My mum was a big fan of the original come dancing. She was almost dancing round the room with excitement at being able to see the women's ballgowns in glorious technicolour.

Going to the phonebox and losing your 2p. Going to the phone box and not having enough 2p's. Having a home phone was cause for celebration, until your parents put a lock on it. But by pressing the black pegs down quickly to the number you needed to dial you would be connected to it, causing your parents much confusion and arguments when the bill arrived. They weren't itemised back then.