I was born in '61.
My memories of the first five years of my life are all in black and white!
We lived in a tiny terraced house, the first house that my parents bought.
The only heat came from the coal fire in the lounge, and I still remember how cold the house was on a winter's morning when we got up, and having to get dressed as quickly as possible.
Next door lived an elderly widow. I remember her taking me for a walk - the coal wagon had passed by, so she gave me a paper bag and we went along the pavement collecting any lumps of coal that might have fallen from the wagon.
In the same terrace, but behind on a lower level lived two elderly sisters. They had a tiny lawn, and one say they gave me a little pair of scissors to help cut it, while they used a pair of shears.
Below on the end of the terrace lived a lovely childless couple who grew all their own fruit and veg, as well as flowers which were sold in bunches from their wall next to a bus stop (the council put an end to that in later years!)
I think it's fair to say that I was born into a world that was still very hard for many people, and subconsciously I picked up on this as a youngster.
My first school was very small and very old fashioned. I hated it! Even now, some smells bring back memories of it that upset me!
Then in '67, when I was six, we moved - or 'flit', as a neighbour put it. My parents bought a brand new house, and I started going to a modern primary school.
From then on, my memories are in colour (even though my photographer dad was still using black and white, and we didn't have a colour TV at any point in my childhood)!
The rest of my childhood was probably quite different from that of my parents.
As a girl, I was still more limited in what I was allowed to do than my older brother, but still allowed far more freedom to roam than today's youngsters are allowed (though I pushed the boundaries way beyond what my parents would have allowed, had they known) .
By the time the sixties ended, I was getting towards the latter years of my primary school time, and changes were taking place in education that were to open up so many more opportunities in the years that followed,
In other words, from a young child's point of view, I remember the sixties as a time of great change, change that definitely was good for me!