How has being a teenager changed?

Lucky you! I feel deprived

granjura! Surely you don't mean...no, I know you don't!

This (ex) teenager is going to bed! Night all!

My brother, one year older than me, and I joined with a bunch of pals to make our own 'youth club'. Very innocent. We took turns descending on the houses of our parents each Friday evening (only one house each Friday), playing cards and music, chatting, being fed snackeroos by the parents, who gave up their sitting-rooms for us. I guess they preferred that once every few weeks to having us rampaging around in unknown and 'undesirable' public places.

I spent the rest of my youth studying and tramping about in the Scottish hills. I suppose I've never been wild in the usual sense, though there are parts of my life that other people pretended to be shocked about at the time. I suspect that some of you would be too.

Lots of youth hostelling with two girls who are still friends, in the Peak District, Yorkshire Dales and the Lake District. The bit we enjoyed the most was looking for 'talent' at the hostels - I am cringing now to think we actually used that word. Occasionally found some but all very innocent.
Life perked up when I went to university and shared a flat with 3 other girls. No mod cons though - heating consisted of a single electric fire which we used to rotate around the room to get fair shares of the heat. One bath in the house between 9 girls and a washstand in the hallway! I used to go to the students union for a bath, as the bath in the house took 30 minutes to fill from a geyser thing. I had a record player and my favourite LPs were Fresh Cream and Disraeli Gears.
Come on Bags don't be reticent

Ana - oh yes I do - and as said, NO regrets

Like Ana, I had some white plastic boots, but I wore them once on a night out. My friend had a boyfriend who was several years older and one November evening, looking for a Bonfire celebration, he drove us to Castleford where the bad weather had churned up the river and all the effluent from the industries there got whipped up into lots of frothy foam which was blowing around in the deserted streets late at night. We jumped around and frolicked in the froth, but then the next day my boots had turned pink! Fortunatey none of us succumbed to any obvious side effects of the pollutants.

In my early teens I went to church or community youth clubs, and we used to hang out on the streets, usually near the chip shop, or at the outdoor swimming pool in summer. During the fourth form at high school we used to nip into Leeds and go to the Mecca Ballroom during our lunchbreak. (Fortunately I never met Jimmy Savile.) It was a bit of a rush getting back into school in time! By the age of fifteen I had begun travelling further afield going to jazz clubs, folk clubs, coffee bars and arts balls in Leeds and Bradford (where I first met the Rolling Stones in 1963). Then I was attending gigs and blues clubs also in Leeds and Bradford. I rode on the back of scooters and 650 motorbikes, torn between being a mod or a rocker. We used to regularly hitch a lift back home, and I once hitched from Kingston on Thames to Winchester in the middle of the night alone! Either it was a different world then, or I was just very lucky to survive

I was a teenager in the fifties/early sixties.

Milk bars, stockings, pony tail, sticky out net underskirts, circular skirts, stiletto heels with screw in metal bits which fell out when the thread went, thick bright lipstick, making my own clothes

Oh and a pink playtex rubber girdle with little perforations in it and suspenders on the end.

It wasn't done in those days to have wavy buttocks under the tight skirt.

Going steady when I was just fifteen.

Later went from ponytail to beehive with a little velvet bow pinned at the front just above the fringe.

Lipstick used to come in three shades; red, pink and a sort of orangey colour. Obviously to cater for all skin tones.

My 2010 teenager in Vintage has to go to the church social on Saturday night - with very strange results! Yes, I remember those very well.

Sticky out underskirts (Charlie's dead!) and wide belts, home made clothes from Simplicity patterns, rollers in all night (no sleep), and those alien creatures, boys.

Plastic multi-coloured popper beads. Louis-heeled shoes. Hair in a beehive. Cross-your-Heart pointy bras. Sugar-starched petticoats. Colourful 'duster coats' and slender umbrellas with covers to match the coat. Taking life in general [and boys in particular] far too seriously to actually enjoy what could have been a good time.

Teenager in the late 60/early 70s. Had a great mum who encouraged the latest fashion saying "go on wear it whilst you look good, you will look terrible in that at 40" I think she had been made to wear horrible stuff as she was a teenager during the war. So Biba and hot pants all the rage and she was right looking back 16, 17, 18 is a great age.