I can remember sitting in the backseat of the car with my twin brother while dad had a drink with his mates after they had finished work. Nothing untoward ever happened. What I remember is how boring it was just sitting there with nothing to do in the evening light. We were too young to be invited in. It was a different age when we did go. This would have been back in the 1970s; the Clyde Tavern, I think, in Invercargill.