Ah memories; a bit of a grab bag
Having a corner store 5 doors away - lollies to the left as you entered.
Using the shed roof as a fort in our cowboys and indians games. Jumping off and finding it hurt. Working out it didn't if you landed properly.
The mulberry tree that drew kids from all over the neighbourhood. "Take your school uniform off before you go out there!" Nanna making mulberry pies. Mulberries and icecream. Home made ginger beer.
Outside toilets. Crying myself to sleep because they chopped down the willow tree to put in the sewerage.
On Saturdays Dad did overtime and Mum worked at the TAB so we were babysat by Grandma. We had no music at home but they had an old gramophone and my uncles (Mum was the eldest of 6) had left some records there. I used to play the same few things over and over.
Purple People Eater
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9H_cI_WCnE
Wot a mouth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h5MbndXTS0
Elvis in Hawaii, Elvis in Germany. And my favourite - a Beatles ep (Long Tall Sally, Boys, Mr Postman and ?Love Me Do?). It left an impression - music has been my constant companion.
Going for hikes up to Brokers Nose with my mates. Out in the bush at the age of 10.
Later on having the freedom of a bicycle. No dragster or chopper for me - I wanted something that got me as far from home as quickly as possible. "Be home for dinner." Arriving late and finding a dried dinner being kept warm on a saucepan of water. "If it's no good that's your own fault." I can't understand kids who want their parents to take them places. The bike was freedom and independance and being where your parents didn't know you were.
Cracker night - mayhem.
Working mowing lawns and delivering papers to save up foir things my parents couldn't afford to buy me. I got the parts for my first scope that way, and Dad built the rest. Also bought a bass from that money. An Ibanez copy of a Rickenbacker, because Chris Squire from Yes played a Rick.
Later again, the revolution in listening that was JJ. Nude radio.
Moving out of home to share a dive with two mates. Bad food, bad hygeine and good times. Loud music, Fred Dagg on the radio each morning, mates dropping in at 2am, Steve's gravity-defying porcupine ashtray, a mate having sex in our shower (*******!! I was jealous), coppers wanting to see rent receipts because the neighbours said we were squatters, dart board on the door with a picture of Sherbert on it - who can inflict the most painful injury to Darryl.
Meeting my true love. Going everywhere with her. Going parking. The s**t hitting the fan when I became the first in my family tree to 'live in sin'.
Life sounds so good in hindsight. Much of it was. Often we didn't know how good it was. I've left out the painful bits, it's better that way.
..... had a pair of shoes like the ones that Eric had pictured ... part time job Target where I wore those 6" platforms (what was the name - slickers?? staggers?? think they were jeans, also loved my treads) am already 5'7" so was walking arounf over the 6' mark like a giant Amazon woman! 
(A kind of jack in the box). 
I thought our special song was for Brisbane only.
Every state probably had one. 
. When my parents went to the Dog races the racetrack gave kids 2c a glass to collect them and bring them to the bar. One party we had at the house we lived was shot at for making too much noise. And another party Kristine and I went to sleep and woke up on a Japanese Freight ship and the school we went to had one of the Angle Iron power poles it was tied up in a pretsel shape. And Howard springs had a huge Groper in it that was as big as me when I was 9 and I remember this game that you would put a penny in the top and you had to get the penny past all the holes and out the bottem and yes it was a penny go figure
in 1974.
