Sandgropers who grew up in the 50s, 60s and 70s were the last to walk everywhere (when the deadly treadly had a flat). We could run a mile in a minute when Skippy was coming on the telly. Of course, our telly was black and white, our radio was AM and the coolest of us had a mate with a CB radio in his bedroom. Every suburb had a great patch of real bush where local kids built the coolest cubby houses. Pinching bits off the other mob’s cubby was expected…and you knew they’d get back somehow.
