My memories are from the late 70's until now really.
I never used to go to Town shopping as a child, mom disliked big crowds and we tended to shop in Bearwood and West Brom, where it was slightly quieter.
I started to go into Town in 1979 when I was 13. I would walk down to Bearwood Road and catch the 82 into Town, always tried to get the front seat upstairs so I could look at all the shops on the way in. The bus would stop in New Street and I would usually go straight into HMV and buy a record, then walk down to the Rag Market and Bull Ring Market, then into the Bull Ring itself, up that huge escalator to the bridge over Smallbrook Queensway, and through there back to the 82 stop.
As I got older, I would go further into Town, usually going to the Reject Shop on the High Street I spent hours in there buying cheap stuff for college, then walk round Oasis, I got my ears pierced in there in 1983, and rang my mom to let her know, no mobiles then. Always loved the smell in Oasis, a blend of patchouli oil and "cigarettes"!
I also loved Lewis's, even though I rarely brought anything from there, it seemed to sell everything. The Rag Market was still a huge favourite and I would spend hours looking at vintage clothes that I could buy and make something else, also the huge stalls full of material, I used to make my clothes and brought so much material from there, then pop in the chippy on Edgbaston Street for chips and round to the bus station where we would eat our chips, have a cigarette waiting for our bus home, with the music from Don Christie's reggae shop playing in the distance
It may have been grey, dirty and full of concrete, but that is the Town I miss, the one where I saw loads of bands play at the Odeon, the busy bustling streets crowded with people and buses.
I have to admit though, I do like a lot of the modern stuff, even though I miss the dirty old concrete, times and people change and Birmingham has to change with them, the way the old buildings round Colmore Row have been preserved is lovely. I hope teenagers today have the same happy memories in years to come as I have, I'm sure they will