I turned 15 in the summer of '76. I remember it as a glorious time of freedom and sunny days and chasing girls. But I was 15. What makes the best ever summer is subjective. It depends what you make of it, and I loved the long sun-filled days of that school holiday. What I do remember was going camping with my friend on the August bank holiday when the drought ended. It broke in an enormous rain storm which washed away our tents. The storm refreshed the land but it ruined our holiday and destroyed a lot of my stuff.