57 for me. Chicken Run. Boy and Man, apart from the odd 5 or 6 years in a nice wooden seat banging my knees on the seat in front, in the West at the Goldstone. The odd few in Gillingham, and a few in Withers, and latterly a vagabond about the stands at Falmer.
1959 for me. Standing on a stool in the north west corner so I could see over the wall with my much older brother in law keeping an eye on me. Still remember him taking me to the old Den and being told not not to cheer if Brighton score - not easy for a 9 year old.
My father took me for my first match in 1954, we always stood in the North Stand, however I became very "posh" in about 1965 when I was given a season ticket for the west stand.