Things your parents would never let you have/do..........

11 Oct 2008

when you were a kid....
I always wanted a horse.....could never understand why they wouldnt get me one....living in an industrial chemical town in a small terraced house...
also wanted big platforms like the Bay City Rollers....but again she woulant let me....maybe cos i was only 4 at the time sad

11 Oct 2008

My Mum didn't like caged pets so I was never allowed a hamster or rabbit. It's not the reason I bought my son a hammy for Xmas last year honest innocent

11 Oct 2008

anything at all.
sorry for me yet?
lp

11 Oct 2008

a horse :cry:
Apart from that, I was pretty much spoilt being the precocious youngest child! wink

11 Oct 2008

Quote by __random_orbit__
anything at all.
sorry for me yet?
lp

Awwww... :therethere:

11 Oct 2008

I was barely allowed to do anything. My teen years were spent looking after the house and my sister while my parents worked. On the odd occasion I went out I had a curfew and didn't dare ask for a lift, I had to bus it everywhere.
I didn't start having a social life until I left home and boy have I made up for it! wink

11 Oct 2008

I was never allowed a cabbage patch kid. I wanted one of those SO badly when I was a kid. Mom said they were evil lol

*Her*

11 Oct 2008

Quote by couplefunuk
I was never allowed a cabbage patch kid. I wanted one of those SO badly when I was a kid. Mom said they were evil
*Her*

eat your greens
lp

11 Oct 2008

I always wanted a badge with my name on. Like those you see on stands outside seaside shops.
Never allowed one, my parents thought they were a waste of money.

11 Oct 2008

funnily enough in all the years Ive been looking for one of those with the correct spelling of my name...Ive never yet seen anything with cherry tree written on it :giggle:

11 Oct 2008

I wasn't allowed out.
Literally. There was a "plot" of land two doors away that all the kids would play on. I wasn't allowed.
My mum was 41 when she had me- and I was clearly an insurance policy to be kept indoors under lock & key to look after my parents in their old age. She hated me going to school. At primary, she'd walk the 20 mins to the school, drop me off, go home, walk back at lunchtime, take me home for 20 mins, then walk me back. She'd then go home again & return at
Friends were hugely discouraged. I didn't go to a single party/friends house til I was 15- nor they mine. To this day, I've never had a birthday party.
As a baby, my mother took me to the chemist's to be weighed- she wouldn't allow the midwives/health visitors near me. I spent four days with a broken arm before my mother would take me to A&E- near the "interfering" health workers.
There's other stuff I won't go into, but my mother tried to control me- but would also attempt to buy my favour with presents.
I eventually rebelled. I was good at rebelling. wink

At 15, a guy down the road wanted me to go out with him. I was terrified of her response. I told him not to call for me, under any circumstances. He did. I locked myself in the downstairs loo for 2 hours, while she explained to him that I wasn't allowed a boyfriend til I was 18. As my 16th birthday neared, she changed her mind to 21.
After proposing to me, he turned out to be gay rotflmao

I'm rambling, and you don't wanna hear all this shit lol

But, in short, yes. My parents (well, mother) tried to stop me having one thing.
A life.

11 Oct 2008

I've been a licenced radio amateur for more years than dawnie cares to remember....
Anyway, I often you to get a knock on my bedroom door, and my father would bellow, "I don't know what you're doing in there, but we can't watch telly"
The answer was simple. I was building amplifiers so that I could transmit further.
So my signals wiped out the tv - twenty five years later, I'm still doing it lol

Only my signals now come booming through surround sound speakers with enough volume to make the kids ears bleed.
Ian
ps men don't grow up, their toys just get more expensive.
pps he who dies with the most toys wins.

11 Oct 2008

Quote by __random_orbit__
I was never allowed a cabbage patch kid. I wanted one of those SO badly when I was a kid. Mom said they were evil
*Her*

eat your greens
lp
rotflmao

*Her*

12 Oct 2008

Being the middle child but the most responsible i was always kept in to babysit, When my mam worked and step dad was on the sick i was kept in to do housework and cook for the family and kept of school to help the step dad with things he couldnt do.
He had the accident when i was 10 and with me being at home most i bore the brunt of his anger, He had gone from being the bread winner never taking a day of sick in his life to not working and loosing his sight to boot
With some family intervention and lots of fall outs i was took to stay with grand parents for a while and sent back to school
I didnt rebel until i was 15 redface

12 Oct 2008

Looking back I don't think my parents were particularly restrictive, but I don't think they were at all overly lenient.
I rebelled and was pregnant at 14 redface

and from that point onwards my dad never had any time for me, unless it was my running hobby and then he would support me to a degree.
I had an early curfew most nights, including weekends, which was irritating because it was always before the end of youth club and my dad would never pick me up in the car. I had to walk everywhere and unless my best mate (a lad) walked with me I wasn't allowed to go.
As I got older my boyfriend lived in the next suburb about 5 miles away and I had to walk there and back and be in before and that was at age 16!
My parents never had a lot of money and so we never did the family outings etc, even free stuff or drives/walks. I can remember my dad taking us out about 3 times, we always went everywhere with my grandparents though.
Where we lived though, at the time, was open countryside and we'd clear off all day with the "don't go to the woods" (first place we went) and then we were told "don't go on the building site" which was like a huge playground for us ;)
I wasn't allowed friends round at the house until I was over 16, never had birthday parties, always told to be quiet and stay out of my dad's way.
I'm a lot stricter with my kids, but at the same time I let them do a load more things, clubs, friends round, sleepovers. I'd much rather have a house full of kids than have them annoying others, they get a lot more things to do, ie pool, trampoline, pc's, phones etc however each thing has a rule and if they break my rules they lose out!
We do a lot more together as a family, ie holidays, days out, and I'm proud to be really hands on with my kids and their lives smile

They'll probably hate me later in life for being too hands on though ;)

12 Oct 2008

Quote by winchwench
I wasn't allowed out.
Literally. There was a "plot" of land two doors away that all the kids would play on. I wasn't allowed.
My mum was 41 when she had me- and I was clearly an insurance policy to be kept indoors under lock & key to look after my parents in their old age. She hated me going to school. At primary, she'd walk the 20 mins to the school, drop me off, go home, walk back at lunchtime, take me home for 20 mins, then walk me back. She'd then go home again & return at
Friends were hugely discouraged. I didn't go to a single party/friends house til I was 15- nor they mine. To this day, I've never had a birthday party.
As a baby, my mother took me to the chemist's to be weighed- she wouldn't allow the midwives/health visitors near me. I spent four days with a broken arm before my mother would take me to A&E- near the "interfering" health workers.
There's other stuff I won't go into, but my mother tried to control me- but would also attempt to buy my favour with presents.
I eventually rebelled. I was good at rebelling.
At 15, a guy down the road wanted me to go out with him. I was terrified of her response. I told him not to call for me, under any circumstances. He did. I locked myself in the downstairs loo for 2 hours, while she explained to him that I wasn't allowed a boyfriend til I was 18. As my 16th birthday neared, she changed her mind to 21.
After proposing to me, he turned out to be gay
I'm rambling, and you don't wanna hear all this shit
But, in short, yes. My parents (well, mother) tried to stop me having one thing.
A life.

Similar story here only in my case it was Father. rolleyes

12 Oct 2008

To all those with parents :lol2:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin
wink

12 Oct 2008

Quote by couplefunuk
I was never allowed a cabbage patch kid. I wanted one of those SO badly when I was a kid. Mom said they were evil
*Her*

See, I must have been spolied - I had three! redface

12 Oct 2008

Quote by winchwench
To all those with parents :lol2:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin

So true in alot of cases.
I was always a little envious of my friends who seemed to have really cool parents

12 Oct 2008

Quote by winchwench
To all those with parents :lol2:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin

Great poem. And worship

to all of you who survived less than idyllic childhoods and came out sane and healthy. Oh and :worship: to all of you who are parents now.
I shudder at the thought of the responsibility of it all! :wink:

12 Oct 2008

Quote by helnheaven
I wasn't allowed out.
Literally. There was a "plot" of land two doors away that all the kids would play on. I wasn't allowed.
My mum was 41 when she had me- and I was clearly an insurance policy to be kept indoors under lock & key to look after my parents in their old age. She hated me going to school. At primary, she'd walk the 20 mins to the school, drop me off, go home, walk back at lunchtime, take me home for 20 mins, then walk me back. She'd then go home again & return at
Friends were hugely discouraged. I didn't go to a single party/friends house til I was 15- nor they mine. To this day, I've never had a birthday party.
As a baby, my mother took me to the chemist's to be weighed- she wouldn't allow the midwives/health visitors near me. I spent four days with a broken arm before my mother would take me to A&E- near the "interfering" health workers.
There's other stuff I won't go into, but my mother tried to control me- but would also attempt to buy my favour with presents.
I eventually rebelled. I was good at rebelling.
At 15, a guy down the road wanted me to go out with him. I was terrified of her response. I told him not to call for me, under any circumstances. He did. I locked myself in the downstairs loo for 2 hours, while she explained to him that I wasn't allowed a boyfriend til I was 18. As my 16th birthday neared, she changed her mind to 21.
After proposing to me, he turned out to be gay
I'm rambling, and you don't wanna hear all this shit
But, in short, yes. My parents (well, mother) tried to stop me having one thing.
A life.

Similar story here only in my case it was Father. rolleyes

snap!

12 Oct 2008

Not allowed to go to Art College or Uni when I left school - was made to take first job I could find. Boy did I resent it!

12 Oct 2008

Right a bit of heart on sleeve time here.
My parents especially my Mother really showed no emotion to her kids except her first born...my Brother.
Friends coming into my house very rarely happened. Both my parents had it tough when they were young. My Mother fell pregnant in the mid 50's and not married, so you can imagine the stigma attatched to did marry before the child was born though, and stayed married for 46 years.
In her much later life when she was ill, I did see a side of her that I wish I had seen earlier. To Have my Mother after nearly 40 years look me in the eyes and to tell me she loved me, was a time I will never forget. It may have been a little too late but...she showed it before she died, and for that I will always be happy about.
There are other things more private but I will cherish that moment for always.

12 Oct 2008

Quote by Bonedigger
funnily enough in all the years Ive been looking for one of those with the correct spelling of my name...Ive never yet seen anything with cherry tree written on it :giggle:

Next munch?
.

12 Oct 2008

Quote by westerross
funnily enough in all the years Ive been looking for one of those with the correct spelling of my name...Ive never yet seen anything with cherry tree written on it :giggle:

Next munch?
.
Actually.....I remember a pictorial Munch badge :lol2:

12 Oct 2008

ooh yeah I've got all my munch badges, plus someone else's kiss

from the first one I went to.
I echo Nola's post about worship

to all who've had, and some through, a difficult upbringing. And to those who went on to have kids of their own :worship: as well.

12 Oct 2008

Quote by winchwench
To all those with parents :lol2:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin

well i hope this isn't true i like to believe in breaking the chain i hope our kids will look back and say we were firm but fair and they had everything we could afford to give them along with tons of love but all without spoiling them i would hate to think they might for one second feel they had a childhood like mine or thier dads not that ours were awfull i must add but mistakes were made thats for sure

12 Oct 2008

Quote by bouncy332
To all those with parents :lol2:
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin

well i hope this isn't true i like to believe in breaking the chain i hope our kids will look back and say we were firm but fair and they had everything we could afford to give them along with tons of love but all without spoiling them i would hate to think they might for one second feel they had a childhood like mine or thier dads not that ours were awfull i must add but mistakes were made thats for sure
My sisters and I came from an unusual childhood, and I believe they all have gone on to be much better parents than ours were.
But - it's the reason I didn't have any kids.

12 Oct 2008

Not as life-significant as many already posted, but - - - -
As the last of 3 with parents struggling to make ends meet, there wasn't much to go around and what went around got shared.
We had a rule that any birthday/Christmas present was opened by the recipient, played with once by the recipient then it was SHARED. I wore hand-me down clothes - I was the only child that did. The older one (brother) got new clothes, my sister got new girl clothes - I got hers.
I did get some new clothes, but they were also always identical to my sisters except they were blue and hers were red. We shared a room until my brother left home.
It has left me with real 'ownership' issues. I would rather pay £100 for a new object than take a brand new one that someone else bought and didn't want.
Funnily enough - I have no problem sharing what I have, it's just I have to know I own it.

13 Oct 2008

I must say reading some of these storys has sadden me, how I feel sometimes we are a product of our parents creation.
I was blessed with parents that I knew always loved and respected me as an individual, money was always tight we never got what we wanted, only at christmas and bithdays. But i always knew we didn't want for much either. I have always felt what children need and thrive on is knowing you have the total support and love of your parents.
It wasen't all honey and roses at home my dad was a drinker, my mum was and still is the backbone of our family, but I knew my dad still loved us. He was the one that when he had a day off would get us out to the country he never drove, but we would all have fun family days out.
They encourged friends to come around, we always had parties, our friends still go to visit them to this day.
So althought I wanted a lot, I know wants are different from needs.
I hope this hasent come across to soppy. It wasen't always happy but I realise I have been lucky.
I just wish everyone was told and felt love from their parents.
I hope my kids look back and see us as I see my parents, that is my aim and goals.