I do love reading all these posts.
I was born in the early 80's, bottle fed after 3 weeks and the midwife gave my mum something to dry her milk up.
I played out with my friends unsupervised from about 3/4 years old. Broke my collarbone falling off a slide at 4 and a half.
Went to the shops for groceries for my mum, the shop was over a bridge and I fell in aged about 6 maybe. Lucky people saw and helped me out and I didn't drown.
Bought cigarettes from the corner shops for my mum, sat in the pub all day with tomato crisps and coke with blackcurrant in it while she got drunk.
Was left at home alone at aged 7/8 ish, while she was at the pub, once an old man knocked on the door and tried to force it open when I said that 'no, my mum wasn't in, but if he wanted to find her she was at the pub' Luckily he was so drunk I was strong enough to force it shut on him. If I hadn't I'm pretty sure he would have ruined my life that day.
Rode in the footwell in the front of the car. Everyone smoked indoors and in the car.
I AM lucky to be alive. I am lucky to have never had anything seriously bad happen to me... really fucking lucky.