Though I was only six years old in 1975, my growing-up experience shared alot of touchstones with Ellen Forney's as seen in these 'I Was Seven in '75' comic strips, originally published in various newspapers and magazines. My own experiences were a bit darker than hers, but that's actually refreshing from a publishing period (the 1990s) when autobiographic comics tended to dwell on the darkness. These short-but-mostly-continuing tales are full of light and life, with an infectious delight for being a child during that period in time.
So much of the mid-70s lifestyle is here, in all its ridiculous glory: parents treating their kids like little adults; sleepovers and holidays brimful of crafts and simple, stupid fun; mixed-faith upbringing; shag rugs; bizarre home decoration; nudist camps; and, of course, the ghastly, ghastly clothes.
I can't imagine enjoying this book much if you didn't live through much of it, and it might even seem strange to people who were that young in, say, the 80s, but for people my (and Forney's) age it's a gorgeous, fun encapsulation of a particular period in time...for better or worse.