Day Pass to the Seventies

I want a Day Pass to the Seventies.  My seventies, of course, which means about 1970 to 1973.  I also don't want to visit as I am now - physically, I mean: physically I'd like to be 14 to 17, although mentally I'd like to be me now.  I suspect that even though I think I know my seventies, and remember how things were supposed to go, I probably don't, and I'd like some prophylactic device that will keep me from forgetting a crucial custom or assumption.  I'd like a day in summer, and I'd like it in my home town of Penticton.

I suspect I wouldn't make it out of the morning before I wanted my internet and all such current perks.

But, yeah, I would like that.