We were a pretty average family, my dad worked very long hours to bring in good money but that meant it only got spent on things he deemed suitable so I didn't know you could get anything other than Apricot jam until i was well into my teens, that was the only flavour my dad liked so thats all we bought. My husband still ribs me about it now.
We grew up in a small village, the only takeaway was a chinese and the only thing my parents would buy was "special fried rice" (and i was allergic to egg so couldnt eat it - pretty sure that was the idea!) , i didnt know until i was around 16/17 and working so had my own money that they served anything else. Pizza, indian food and everything else was unheard off, let alone for rich people.
Going out for dinner, it was strictly birthdays for family to get together if you were lucky and only the pub on the edge of the village, rarely anywhere else - main only. I rarely went outside of a couple of miles of our village until i was a teenagaer.
Felt tip pens, paper that wasnt the wafer green and white lined printer paper of the 80s with the holes perforated down each side to feed it through the printer. Prit stick, blutak, craft items of almost any kind (i am very crafty and my kids have an embarrassing amount of stuff the never use because its what i wanted as a kid) i remember being desperate for a crayola art chest in the 80s, i saw my mum with one as was so excited, until it turned out to be empty and someone had given it to her to dispose of.
Music lessons - only for the very wealthy so again i foisted them on my children only for them to hate them!
Re orange juice, we never had it at home apart from maybe once or twice a year my mum would get it in a milk bottle from the milkman so me and my brother used to save our pocket money and buy a carton from the corner shop and drink it while our parents were at work like it was something naughty