Ah, this has been a lovely nostalgia tinged thread (in the main!) and has brought back/got me thinking about some of the things that defined my 70's/80's/90's (I'm a late '74 baby)
Those years conjure up memories of some decent summers (remember when that was a thing?!) Playing outside with my friends on the small estate we lived on and in the fields and a popular walking area near my house. No adults, would only go in when it got dark or everyone else had gone in for dinner. We built rope swings with tires or big sticks for seats, climbed trees, hop scotch, elastic jumps, 40/40.
BMX bikes with spokey dokeys, Rubix cubes, coke floats and persuading Mum to buy multiple large cereals just so we could collect enough tokens/bits of plastic tat/medals. UmBongo. Gino Genelli ice-cream!
I clearly remember watching Live Aid and feeling there was something really powerful going on. I think it was also the first time I realised how privileged and lucky I was to live where we did and have the things we had.
NOW that's what I call Music, making mix tapes for your friends, especially if they had gone through a break up, Judy Blume Books (Outing potentially but our school library ordered in "Forever" after multiple student requests - it was so popular, always being reserved and going in/out the library that one of the english teachers got suspicious and decided to read it herself and that was the end of that we all had a stern talking to!)
The Breakfast Club, The Fly, Evil Dead, Weird Science, The Police Academy films, Stand By Me, Dirty Dancing as well as brilliant music - Nirvana, Pearl Jam, the Seattle scene in general, Don't you Forget About Me from Simple Minds and paradoxically a love of cheesy pop (Stock Aitken & Waterman I'm looking at you!) rushing home off the bus to watch Home & Away and Neighbours, getting yelled at for tying up the landline.
Writing your name over & over again on your school books with the surname of the boy you fancied and doing a maths equation thingy to work out how compatible you were based on some formula. Dungarees, Dexies Midnight Runners, Grolsch Bottle tops in your school shoes (why?! something to do with Bros I think?)
Not so nice to recall that homophobia at school was pretty rampant in my teen years so no one would admit to liking someone of the same sex. Scary adverts on TV with tombstones about HIV/AIDS and the death of Freddie Mercury I remember vividly.
Although I do think life is quite a tricky balancing act now of aging parents needs and those of my kids, I do feel very grateful to have grown up when I did and think Gen X have a resilience and can-do attitude on the whole. I definitely don't feel 50...it sounds so old and not an age I associate with myself! Keep reminding myself that aging is a privilege :)