I thought about this a year or so ago and wrote one of my many poetic posts lol: ( Written in local dialect in places but you should get the gist)
When I was a kid
Ar wos born in 1971 amidst right dodgy fashion,
I missed out on the flower power
and all of that free passion
but I spent me days just loffin and playing wi me toy's,
a life of fun I had, just me an me boy's.
I'd listen to me music, Blondie, Madness and the Who,
there were massive bands in them day's, them a just a few.
We'd climb trees up to the sky, dig holes deep as the sea,
we'd mek our camps to hide inside to see what we could see.
We'd ava game of army, with a stick used for a gun,
folk would think we barmy but it was always loads of fun.
we'd meet at half eight in the morning
and stay out all the day,
it was safe back then, no warnings
onny "be um for youwer tay".
Me action mon, me richochet gun,
me trusty Raleigh Chopper,
Me dominoes, me colouring books,
me bouncy space hopper.
Me stickle bricks, me leggo blocks
me Atari console game,
me meccano set,me dartboard,
too many toys to name.
The red hand gang, The disney club,
and good old scooby doo,
Starskey and hutch, the professionals
( I day like Dr Who).
Opportunity knocks, variety shows,
the minstrals, bless this house,
love thy neighbour, Alf garnett,
wotsitfingerbob the mouse?
Friday nights tay from the chip shop,
was a regular little treat,
Saturday nights down the labour club,
in the kids room yow couldn't beat.
Pop and crisp's and a game of pool
doin' what you wanted to,
me old man with his pint of mild,
well pint , he'd have a few.
I survived the 70's and 80's
and that newromantic stuff,
I remember gettin' me pixie boots
and me dad callin me a puff.
Flock of seagulls dad i'd say, as he just shook his head,
"Flock of seagulls son, you'm jokin,
looks like yower saygulls jed"
The 80's bought the music and bands such as Wham!
I would sing around the house, me old man wore no fan,
"whats all that noise you'm mekking?"
"What yow a squalin' fower?"
"I'm singin dad"..... "youwm singin?"
"like a ruddy glead under a door".
Then there was the fashion when I wore lemon and pink,
I cud hear the cogs a ternin' I knew what he would think,
That chap ay right mum i'd here him say, he's dressed up like ponce.
But I'd loff at him and do me hair and tap him on the bonce.
I spent me childhood loffin' at evrything I did,
Now i'm a mon i'm loffin still just like when ar wossa kid.