Back in the 1970s, I did not get to go to soft play areas. Partly because my parents were strict old-fashioned types (like something out of a Roald Dahl book set in an orphanage in Dickensian London) who hated us having fun and partly because soft play areas probably didn’t exist then.
We definitely had bouncy castles though, because I remember staring wistfully at one at Draycott Strawberry Fayre – but my mum wouldn’t let me go on it. I think she thought it looked too dangerous. And admittedly I was a weak and clumsy child who would definitely have broken a limb… Read the full story