1984 - My First Olympic Memory

I have very sketchy memory of my first Olympic memory. In fairness I was only 5.

The year was 1984. We were on holiday. It was the middle of the night and we were in a tent (I think it was in Wales but I might be wrong).

Mum and Dad had hooked up a black and white TV to the car battery and were watching the athletics being beamed in from LA. Seb Coe was runnning in the 1500m final which he won (beating Steve Cram into second place). Me and Sam were sneakily watching from our beds and didn't quite understand why it was so important. If only our runners were still as good as those days (we have tickets for the 1500m finals this year). The actual story might be different - I was only 5.