Loss of childhood
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I would start a thread on the 3 best places people have visited but worry it would be taken the wrong way.Living MY dream.0
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VTech wrote:I would start a thread on the 3 best places people have visited but worry it would be taken the wrong way.
Last time we went to the States, we visited Vegas, which we thought a shithole and left as soon as we could, driving to the Grand Canyon. Stopped at Boulder, which is a little place that the world has passed by. Spent hours just talking to people. Far more enjoyable. Grand Canyon was underwhelming, but the time spent in Kingman, meeting and talking to people was unforgettable. Places don't mean a lot to me, but love meeting people.0 -
Bruised beyond belief.Ballysmate wrote:Frank, Tim. Do you remember 'clackers' and the damage they did to your wrist?
Younger readers may think it sounds rude but it wasn't.
Tail end Charlie
The above post may contain traces of sarcasm or/and bullsh*t.0 -
Ballysmate wrote:
No chance of building a cart, or trolley, as they were called round our way, since the demise of the big prams, the wheels of which were much prized. These modern buggies are shite.
I managed to find some suitable wheels when the kids were little, I think they came from one of their plastic trikes, and bodged together a trolley. They had great fun on it and it brought back a lot of memories of when I was a nipper (the skinned knees, the dodgy construction and "the great trolley crash of 1964"). One of the best though was the reaction of other people when they took it out on the street....."Oh a TROLLEY!, I don't believe it, not seen one of those in years!".
I also remember 'Klackers', we were talking about them just the other day. I used to have an arm-guard made from a bit o carpet rolled around my wrist to stop the bruises.
The older I get, the better I was.0 -
Don't have kids myself but from what I see kids don't seem to have imagination anymore and want something (x box, tv etc) or someone to keep them occupied.
I was a kid in the 80s. I can remember at one point when I started living with my dad and step-mother we didn't have a tv. As kids we would read, play games, make up games and if it wasn't raining were kicked outside to play. When we did get a tv we were only allowed to watch selected programmes. We had to say what we wanted to watch and why. The tv would go on for that programme and then off afterwards. Now it seems to be on all the time. I was at a house to take a statement recently and the tv was on really loud and I couldn't concentrate. I asked if they could turn it down or off. Dad went to turn it off and one of the kids had a tantrum that they were going to miss it!
Maybe I was lucky growing up in Lincolnshire and we could safely go out for miles, play in the fields, go swimming in rivers and lakes. I had mates who had air rifles and we all had hunting knives. Nobody stabbed or shot each other. We would skin rabbits and birds, cut down wood to make dens.
Maybe I'm looking back with rose tinted glasses but I remember in the summer holidays getting up, making a packed lunch and then we would be out until it was time to come in for dinner.
I can't remember any kind of drug education until I was in the 6th form (89-91) and certainly didn't know anyone who took drugs. At 16 we started drinking at one of the local pubs, but were kept in order by parents who were in the pub across the road! Growing up in a small village meant that any kind of anti-social behaviour was dealt with by any adult who would soon tell your parents.
Like I said maybe rose tinted glasses but I'm glad I was a kid when I was and not now..0 -
Ahh nostalgia! - Not what it used to be.
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CambsNewbie wrote:I can't remember any kind of drug education until I was in the 6th form (89-91) and certainly didn't know anyone who took drugs...
You were in sixth form just after the Summer Of Love, and at the height of the rave scene, and you didn't know anyone who took drugs?
Did you only take maths and Latin for A-Level?0
