Old English Spangles - oh yes, yummy.
Top deck of the bus with my Mom, I was probably also around 4, and in a loud voice “Mom, why's that man black?”
My first Saturday pocket-money job in my aunt & uncle's grocery shop, taking orders by telephone, loading things into carbdboard boxes, adding up the money on a paper bag and then delivering the boxes (on foot). Also re-stocking the tin cans, weighing spuds in the big old balance-type scales with weights, and sawing salt from the block.
My first proper job pumping petrol at a local garage, I seem to recall it was 36p a gallon for 4-star when we went decimal? And at the end of each shift we shared out all the Green Shield Stamps which any drivers hadn't wanted.
Snogging Mary Weaver at Judith Warr's birthday party (just about Teens). They had been best friends up until that point (didn't even speak to each-other afterwards) but if anyone was going to snog me it should have been Judith, except that she scared me.
Pirate radio. Couldn't get Caroline, but North Sea International was usually ok.