I was 6 years old in 1970, and 15 in 1979. It really was a different time, so much so that I sometimes joke I'm from a "planet called the Seventies." Big collars and wild colors for everything, being hairy and "natural" was cool. We dug hard rock and pot and being outside and rollerskating. Nobody believed in war and fearlessly left doors open at night. A big vacation meant packing everyone into the station wagon and driving West to the Grand Canyon or south to the beach and the ocean; the Brady Bunch's trip to Arizona was analogue to all of our family vacations. I miss those simpler times.