I remember my father often driving home drunk after work on a Friday night, I also remember him sometimes leaving me in the car if he went to the pub and leave you with a couple of comic books and bring out a lemonade, these days that would be reported as child abuse.
I also remember we used to visit friends out at Chifley when we lived in Paddington, we would get the bus out but they would drive us home, we would often stop along the Botany foreshore collecting sea shells, [that section is all gone because of the port now] but we would all get into their station wagon and all the kids would pile into the back section and would go sliding around every time they turned a corner, that was so much fun when you were a kid but in hind sight now so bloody dangerous.
Last time I bought a packet of smokes they were 75c, Marlboro Reds from the Kingsford newsagency.
Beautiful recollection, thanks.
I too recall being in the back of the big station wagon. You would slam hard against a few other kids. It was great fun!
The guy next door to us in our Melbourne suburb, he had a falcon 500, it was glorious.
Pride of the suburb. He would take us kids joy riding in this prestige vehicle once in awhile. It was a serious thrill. Like being in a Lamborghini I guess.
Our street was about half a km and everyone knew everyone.
No one got molested or bullied, people were kind and friendly.
There were pool parties, kiting and we played amongst dumped cars. Tv was worth watching.
You were 4 or 5 years old and you could wander home from school on your own and not get kidnapped or stabbed by some scraggy ice fiend who thinks you are an evil reindeer.
Kids these days are under a virtual home arrest unless surrounded by props and Tongan second rowers.
Actually, we didn’t even know there was a South Pacific in those days ( it was a place to test nuclear weapons) let alone know of the richness of the cultures and quality of footy players.
You could find a park everywhere and anywhere and there were no toll roads!
