So you were a kid in the 1980s, brought up on a cultural diet that included The Dukes of Hazzard and Smash Hits magazine.
Those who went to school in Huddersfield between 1980 and 1989 may still have drawers full of old Polaroid photos. Thankfully, nothing we did ended up on Facebook.
For fun we had the ZX Spectrum, BMX bikes and setting fire to things in the woods.
Back in 1980 I was 12 years old and on the cusp of getting my first pair of Dr Martens 'Docs' and dyeing my fringe white/yellow with peroxide.
The record collection went from Adam and the Ants in those early years to The Cure as the decade drew to a close. It was a great time to be young.
The amusingly named 'Day Doggy' provided unlimited travel on public transport in West Yorkshire. We once went all the way to Guiseley (buses, trains, lots of walking) just for a bag of chips.
Everyone always seemed to be looking for ways to make money. Rich pickings could be had in buildings sites and hedgerows from rooting out 10p money-back bottles. My six-days-a-week paper round returned a measly £2.
So many shops, so little money. What could you get for £3 in the mid-80s? Quite a lot actually. A 7inch single from Bostocks, an enamel Liverpool FC badge from Suggs Sport and a bag of pick 'n mix from Woolworths. And enough change for Space Invaders in the arcade beneath the Alassio.
I did quite a bit of browsing in Harvest but can't recall actually buying anything.
There was no entrance fee for 'spectators' so that's what we did: watched people playing squash, swimming, bowling, whatever. Seabrooks crisps from the vending machine and a Slush Puppy topped a decent day out.
Did everyone go through a phase of wearing second-hand clobber? A paisley silk scarf, suede shoes, a trench coat and an ill-fitting suit would complete the 'look' in about 1985. I may have purchased a skinny leather tie towards in the middle of the decade. Went well with the slip-on shoes and the maroon cardigan.
A trip into town wasn't complete without spotting Examiner street seller Gordon Hewitt. Yes, we thought him a little odd in his canvas pumps and duffel coat. Imagine our surprise years later to discover he was loaded and had generously given several women friends large sums of money in his will.
The 1980s equivalent of the 'selfie' entailed cramming into a photo booth (Woolworths, bus station, etc) with some mates and pulling faces. Ten bob well spent in my book.
Boys being boys, we just couldn't stay away from Kirklees Gun Shop in the town centre. Every Saturday we would pop in only to be told that we'd need to be 17 for that air rifle. I seem to recall they sold big catapults with a scary-sounding name like Black Widow.
If you looked old enough (and I didn't) you might have got into Videotech or maybe Johnny's. The younger ones probably bought strawberry 20/20 or cider and hung around St Peter's Gardens.
If you were feeling particularly grown up, the Mandarin was the place to go if you had limited resources. Their 'business lunch' was three courses and cost about £2.50. Happy days indeed.