Why Are The Seventies So Special?

This is the query i get asked so many times and I quite truthfully do not know the real answer.
Was it the music was far 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 seem better.
Or is there more to it than that.
the only real 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 favourite ) and let me relate my tale.
At the time of my conception my family was living in Scarborough on the fringes of Toronto, Canada. My elders and eldest bro had emigrated there one or two years earlier and my bro Barry was born there. From what my dad tells me it had been a wonderful place to live, in winter fire engines would come around and shoot their hoses for an hour to make an ice skating rink for the people to skate on. Everything was idyllic until my ma became unwell when she was carrying me.
From what I learned from my dad she suffered from a heart condition. And recommended by her doctor that she'd have an improved chance of living if she didn't have me. Well she did select me and consequently her health did indeed suffer. Towards the end of the pregnancy she got very bad and my dad had to sell up fast and move back to England as my mother wanted to return home.
I was born in Feb and my ma died in Aug.
As my pa was forced to sell quickly he couldn't afford to keep us all together so my bro Barry went to stay with an aunt and I went into two homes 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 labrador Nanouk which my Uncle acquired 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 assert you don't expect me to go 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 naturally my favorite, stewed eels and mash made by my Aunt Dorothy. We used to go out fishing for them with my new 'brother and sister' Richard and Christine. I should explain here that I was never told about my real folks at this time so I thought they were my folks and so they were. My brother Richard was a lot older than me and I believed he was God, I stood in amazement of him and can recall stealing his things and hiding them under my pillow. Not because I really wanted them but because they were his. I'm able to also remember my sister Christine making me a wonderful cuddly bear which I loved and appreciated for years and having rows with her pop becaue he wouldn't let her watch the Monkees.
I only have good memories from there. Playing with my kaleidoscope when I was sick with chicken pox. Even when I was badly behaved 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 favourite treasure chest. Oooh I used to be a naughty 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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