"I grew up in the 70's and was a teen in the 80's and I don't remember gangs of armed youths on the streets, kids as young as 10 terrorising neighbourhoods. I had no fear of walking home from a night out alone."-
I live in an urban community today, about a mile from where I was living in the 80s and I feel no more at risk now than I did then. Still walk home in the evenings. Some people seem more afraid now: have been told that there is a street you should never walk through: but I walk through it every day and have done for the last 16 years: the teens move aside politely.
"We had a great community spirit on my housing estate, people helped each other out, we left our doors unlocked and even open in the better weather and neighbours popped in and out all day. The OAP's could pop their heads out the door and ask anyone to get them a pint of milk and some bread."-
we still help each other here: I think one thing about remembering the helpful spirit of when we were children is that we need to realise that now we are grown-up, we are the ones who have to take the initiative to find out if the neighbours need help and pitch in
"We knew everyone in the blocks by first name and welcomed new neighbours (somewhat nosily sometimes)people watched each others kids from their balconies as they played together on the community grass or playground."
Not much difference there. And anyway, isn't it up to you, or all of us who are adults now, to make sure that new neighbours are welcomed and people are given help when they need it?
"We had estate parties on the lawns with big makeshift tables ( usually a sitting room door propped up on grates)and people cooking
cakes and jam sandwiches and christmas and new year parties that everyone could just walk into (no invite required). In the summer we dived into piles of grass cuttings followed by a water fight, in the autumn it was leaves and the winter we had snow fights ( all as a community)."
Everybody still rushes out into the street to play when there is a snowfall
"Estate coach trips to such far flung places as Margate and Southend where we all shared our packed lunches and vomited happily after the pleasure beach rides, singing on the way home in the coach."
no experience of this one, so have to pass on that
"The 70's and 80's was a great time to be a child, we may not have had nintendo wii and computers in our bedrooms but we had a childhood."
When I last looked, my children were having a childhood. Ds plays out in the street on his bike with the other kids- which is something his dad was never allowed to do as the roads were too dangerous in his part of London.
I certainly feel safer now than I did when living in the red light district during part of the 80s, but about the same as when I lived in similar area to this during rest of the decade. It's all anecdotal evidence, isn't it? Except for the bits that are our own responsibility.