Why Are The Seventies So Special?

This is the question I am asked such a lot of times and I quite truthfully do not know the real answer.
Was it the music was miles better back then or could it be that growing up in the seventies without the pressures and responsibilities that adulthood brings, will always make those sun filled days appear better.
Or is there more to it than that.
The only way to find out is to tell you my story as I know it and let you decide for yourselves why the seventies are so special to me.
So let us go thru the Arched window ( always my favorite ) and let me relate my story.
At the time of my conception my family was living in Scarborough on the outskirts of Toronto, Canada. My folks and eldest brother had emigrated there one or two years earlier and my brother Barry was born there. From what my pa informs me it was a beautiful place to live, in winter fire engines would come around and shoot their hoses for an hour to make a skating rink for the people to skate on. Everything was idyllic till my ma got ill when she was carrying me.
From what I learned from my dad she had a heart condition. And recommended by her doctor that she'd have a better chance of living if she didn't have me. Well she did choose me and subsequently her health did indeed suffer. Towards the end of the pregnancy she got really bad and my dad had to sell up fast and move back to England as my mummy wanted to come home.
I was born in Feb and my mother died in August.
As my dad was compelled to sell quickly he could not afford to keep us all together so my brother Barry went to remain with an aunt and I went into 2 houses and then thankfully taken in by my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Harold in Hackney.
It was here that I spent my first years of growing up, eating winkles and cockles on Sun. evenings, watching The Monkees with my sister Christine and playing with our puppy dog labrador Nanouk which my Uncle bought to help him with his hunting. Now Nanouk had other ideas when it came to exercise for when my Uncle first took her out and shot a duck down Nanouk just looked up at him as if to say you don't expect me to go and get that do you? She never went with him again.

I can remember lot's of wildfowl pies and rabbit stews while living there and of course my favourite, stewed eels and mash manufactured by my Aunt Dorothy. We used to go out fishing for them with my new 'brother and sister' Richard and Christine. I have to explain here that I wasn't told about my real parents at this time so I assumed they were my family and so they were. My brother Richard was a lot older than me and I believed he was God, I stood in awe of him and can remember purloining his things and hiding them under my pillow. Not because I actually wanted them but because they were his. I'm able to also remember my sister Christine making me a nice teddy bear which I loved and valued for years and having rows with her dad becaue he would not let her watch the Monkees.
I only have good memories from there. Playing with my kaleidoscope when I was sick with chicken pox. Even if I was disobedient and got sent to my room i can remember climbing out the window and shinning down the drainpipe to play in the garden in my favorite treasure chest. Oooh I used to be a cheeky boy.
It was 1967 when Harold and Dorothy took me on a drive to Leyton. I can remember pressing the button in the lift to take us up to the ninth floor.

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