I lived in a particularly unlawful slum in Sydney in those days. Fireworks were on sale only around “Cracker Night” (yes probably Queens Birthday holiday) but it didn’t stop kids from stockpiling bungers. I remember being stopped and searched by police (no doubt illegally) at about 12 years old.Yeah though I'm not as old as lionking () I remember fireworks night. It was always the Queen's Birthday weekend. We used to be able to fire off rockets, and those ones you weren't supposed to hold in your hand but someone always did, that shot coloured balls, to the Roman candles and catherine wheels.
But now because we live in a Nanny State™, we're not allowed to any more.