Going into town in the early 1970's, especially at Christmas time, snow and frost too.

Going to the small local chemist to buy some bath cubes in a pretty box for presents, also buying a perfumebottle that was in an outer black cat case, and you could take the top off( cats head).
Going to the Saturday morning pictures, buying sweets from the next door newsagents ( Nicioson's) queuing up with excitement, looking at the boys( looking at us) from other schools and feeling so grown up and independant. Couldn't wait to go back the next week after the thrilling installment of 'Flash Gordon' or something similar ( Rocket Man ?) because they always stopped it at the crucial time, over a cliff, or his power rocket stopped

I wish I could go back sometimes.