The radio was the background to my childhood.
Among my early memories is listening to a children’s programme, possibly listen with Mother?, before I started school and later, coming home from school to the sound of The Archers.
Every Sunday morning my brothers and I got up to listen to children’s requests, mostly stories from the USA like Sparky and the Talking Train, The Lone Ranger, Toot the Little Tug Boat and the one about a train whose name I’ve forgotten but the line from which, I think I can, I think I can, I know I can . . . is embedded in my memory.
As I got older request sessions in the evening featured pop tunes and by then talk back had arrived.
In those days the state owned all the radio stations – the YA and ZB networks.
These days we have much more choice and I’m grateful for that.