I was born in January of 1960, so I had a front row seat to the 60s as a kid. I remember the heated debates over Vietnam, including Dan Rather's reports from the battlefield. That definitely affected the way I view war, especially as I was four years away from draft age before the conflict ended.
I also remember going to school assemblies to watch the moon landings and other space stuff. I even had an astronaut action figure, complete with a rocket cone
The music left an indelible impression on me, and still effects my musical appreciation today. FWIW, I always preferred the simple and raw sound of the British Invasion over the later, over-produced hype garbage.
Drug awareness was a big deal, but it didn't prevent my own experimentation with them as a teen. I distinctly remember my parents renting a beach house one summer in the late 60s where our next-door neighbors were classic, honest-to-gawd hippies. We made sand candles, and though my parents were very wary of my sister and I spending time with them, it was permitted.
The 70s were my teen years. To a degree impossible to describe today, we were given a level of freedom and autonomy that teens of even the 80s simply didn't enjoy. My high school even had a student smoking area outside of the cafeteria
Drugs were commonplace and very few kids (at least in my school) did not indulge. The drinking age was 18, so beer and booze were also ubiquitous throughout high school. More than one of my friends completely fried their minds before graduating from high school, if they even did.
Until Disco came along, I wasn't a fan of most of the then-current music: it was over-produced and seemed rather precious and self-important (think 20 minute drum solos). Once Disco kicked in, I became a dedicated dancing fool, which I remained deeply into my 30s.
Though sex was pretty much expected, I bucked the tide and waited until I was 17. But once the ice was broken, I jumped into the very open sexual scene of Boston in the late 70s with both feet; I also began going to bars at about that same time, as I always looked older. I went to my first leather bar in 1977.
The completely liberated, anything-goes aspect of sexual expression left a lasting and profound impression on my own views on sexuality, and I genuinely resented the repressive nature of AIDS prevention efforts until I realized how necessary they truly were, but that was in the 80s, not the 70s.
Being gay in the 1970s was infinitely easier than probably any time before or since, despite society's general disapproval. It was also fundamental to my coming to see myself (with pride) as someone who lives in the margins of respectability, which is a lesson that was profoundly meaningful to me.