I became a teenager at the start of the sixties and that was my decade, in a lot of ways. My kids were born in the 60s. I have a feeling that their being there actually protected me from a lot of the excesses of the latter part of the decade.

I remember the Liverpool Sound that changed the music of a generation in the UK. Some good, some not so good, but it was different. Mini skirts arriving and the hippie movement, which I longed to be a part of but couldn't, due to my circumstances. The arrival of tights, freeing women from the stockings and suspender belts that were always so uncomfortable. Denim jeans becoming fashionable, rather than just being seen as workmen's wear.

Like most of my generation I know exactly where I was when the news came of JFK's assassination. I remember being sick to my stomach during the Cuba crisis, having read Nevil Shute's On The Beach only s few months earlier. Being worried about my childrens' futures at the start of the Six Day War and recieving a letter from my brother, a soldier in Cyprus, describing how they would sit and watch the fireworks from the area that was worryingly close to him. Robert Kennedy's assassination - wondering when all of the killing would stop.

There was good and bad, a lot of it forgotten until I really dig down into the memory banks. By the end of the decade I was divorced and starting a new life with my children.