Things you'd love to do again that are gone

[suckingonchillidogs]

I loved the funfairs of the 1970s/80s - trying to win a goldfish in a bag by throwing darts at a card, the ghost train, big wheel, waltzers, chair-o-planes, stuffing my face with toffee apples and candy floss. The music would be blaring (and very cheesy - Bay City Rollers/Racey/Bucks Fizz) and you had to traipse over a muddy field to get there. I know you still get similar things but it's not quite the same. I'd love to relive a 70s Easter weekend at the fair! Anything you wish you could do again?

90's pubs... crappy make up, smoking and cider.. throw away cameras

@LemonCake79

I'd love to drive my first car again. I loved that little Ford KA so much. I'd saved forever to buy a nice first car. I was so free using it in my first 'proper' job after graduating.

I have a lot more money now and have a big posh BMW but I've never loved a car since that KA!

@SarahAndQuack what is it about Nan's and geraniums? Mine used to grow them too and even though she's been dead 20 years the smell takes me right back to hiding behind her long lounge curtains.

Oh yes! It makes me want to grow geraniums when I'm a grannie!

@cluelesscountrycnut

Wake up at my parents house as a teenager on a Sunday. Coming downstairs as a hungover teenager to have my mum in the kitchen all day cooking breakfast then baking cakes for the lunches all week before starting the big dinner. Meanwhile my dad was always tidying the garden and doing odd jobs on his only day off. We'd also have a stream of family popping in for a visit coffee and at some point I'd be given money to walk to the shop and pick up the Sunday papers. My parents are still here and it good health and we often spend weekends there but it's not the same now I've my own kids. Think I also realise now just how lucky I was to have such an upbringing.

Love this.

@Nomoresmoresthensnores we lived for the weekends and they were amazing. Hard to explain to anyone.

@timestheyarechanging they are indeed bastards! What a wonderful venue..dancing on the tables with those little orange globe lights..Great memories.

Go roller skating here which is the Nevada roller skating rink in Bolton. I used to love going there and worked there while doing my GCSEs and A levels for a few years until it was burnt down in 1985.

Cuddle with my daughter as a newborn, when she would sleep on my chest and that was all she ever wanted. 💔

@BeKind2022 What were you studying? My brother was there those years studying English and his girlfriend is studying history.

What a wonderful thread. In chronological order, I would like to relive...

• Falling asleep in the car on the way home from a day out in the country and that wonderfully safe and cosy feeling of my Dad carrying me up to my bed when we got home

• Going to all the punk and indie gigs in the 00s, that feeling of utter release charging into the pit and going completely nuts, and waking up stinking of stale beer and smoke (I would absolutely HATE that now )

• The long, hot summer before I moved to the States, the amazing times I had with my London friends... we all went very separate ways but that summer was our cheesy coming of age film. I used to lean out of my bedroom window looking at the London skyline and feeling so confident that I had an amazing life ahead of me.

• Every single moment of American high school

• First year of Uni, and the friendships, and the excitement of getting to know my now DH

• Being a SAHM with a baby and a toddler, I know it's not a popular opinion on here but my goodness I loved that time so much

• Being with either of my parents, they both died young

I feel a bit weepy now!

@Mamamia7962

Carnivals back in the 70s/80s where whole towns used to get involved and crowds lined the streets.

You need to visit Somerset in November. Carnivals there are in a league of their own.

Going to my grandma's for Sunday lunch cooked on a coal fired Yorkshire range, that woman was an amazing cook and inspired me to learn to cook.

It was my only decent meal of the week, my mothers cooking was shite.

There's one day from my life I would give anything to have again. My grandma had been diagnosed with cancer, no cure, just pain relief really. She was and always will be my best friend. One Saturday afternoon I had gone to see her and my grandad, she got some wine from the fridge and two glasses, we sat in the garden and laughed so much. She never ever drank during the day so this was a total one off occasion. I just remember her being so happy I have two daughters now and I hope and pray I can be half the grandmother she was to my possible grandchildren

Parababalabala
Club in Manchester. I'm old so probably before your time. My accent's mostly gone too, except when I speak to someone from Blackburn.

Wear a size 10

I’d love to go to my aunt’s flat to have a cuppa and a chat like we used to. After several hours, my kids would magically appear and she could meet them, and we’d go to the park for a walk. She was my safe place, and I miss her so much.

Have a pasta dish that i ate while in sharm el shek. I had it every night for two weeks and have tried to recreated at home but never managed to do it.
Have a night out in a 90s nightclub complete with sticky floors to see if it was as good as I remember.
Each a packet of potato puffs
Have made wedding day again

Go to the American Adventure Theme-park
Eat a Spira
Go to the Cookie club and dance to the Stones

Picking up a quarter of cola cubes and pear drops on my way to see my Nan. We just use to sit there while she berated something or someone on TV but I loved it. Making us brews and doing her supper for her. I remember her getting a video recorder, she was so excited she figured out to record one channel while watching the other, we went to watch a much eagerly awaited one man and his dog to find out she’d recorded something else. I had to leave the room laughing while she shouted at the video recorder lol

Miss a good old fashioned night out and pub crawl, starting about 7, half a larger in every pub before getting a couple of rounds in the last pub for 11pm last orders. Either a takeaway or night club after or both, I remember many a night heading out for a curry after a nightclub.There were always taxis around and you’d have change from £30.

If I wasn’t doing a pub crawl with friends I’d be heading to the working men’s club where my parents, aunts and uncles would be sat at their table, playing bingo before the evenings entertainment started. Everyone waltzing on the dance floor at one point. A lot of my cousins would do the same. We’d hang out in the lounger or games room and join our parents for the dancing later. So many good memories.

I’d like to go back to the tiny local library, where the librarian would magically find some more space on my ticket for me to have more books. Where I could discover science fiction and fantasy books, and not have to think about anything other than the words on the page.

I rarely get to the library now, it’s a fair bus ride away, and is a large city library that just doesn’t feel the same.

One of my parents' garden parties.
My first kiss.

Ahh great thread!

Go clubbing with my friends between ages 17-22, and teenage house parties and the hangover breakfasts.

Go shopping in a 90s town when the high Street still existed! Meeting friends off the bus (pre mobiles) and making sure to pop into the hippy shop just for the incense and weird stuff.

Spend time with my wonderful grandparents - days out with ice cream and massive picnics, or just chilling at home watching black and white films and talking and laughing with them.

Cuddles with my childhood pets again - I've had many since, all adored, but those childhood 3 were special in a different way.

The thrill of falling in love for the first time

@VivaLaRaza Crystal Maze went years ago sadly. It was the best place ever as a teen in the mid-90’s.

To add to the more sentimental note, I would love to relive Christmas and Boxing Day when I was 8 or so. The magic still existing. Going to one Nan and her cooking Christmas Lunch before my Mum took over as she found it too much.

Seeing all my cousins. Just seeing my Nan again. Her funeral was the day of my A-Level results.

Doing Christmas Day all over again with the other side of the family on Boxing Day. Nan’s special stuffing. Watching my Dad and his army of brothers playing football at the rec, the battle of the two village pubs.

That village is unrecognisable now, swallowed up into Reading’s expansion.

Just feeling all loved and secure with family I never have the time to see.

Thanks for this thread. Even typing that out made me teary.

Brilliant thread

I'd love to go back to the days when you listened to the Top 20 on Radio 1 on a Sunday night to find out who was no.1. My dad would change the light bulb for a red one to make it feel like a disco, and we'd take it in turns to stand on his feet and dance around the front room. Or we'd try to tape our favourite songs without getting the DJ's voice!

I'd like to have a phone with a dial. We don't have a landline any more but I'd have a dial phone if we did.

Going to stay with my beloved grandparents for a weekend when I was about 10, with my siblings. They lived in a large rambling house on the edge of a cliff with a massive garden. Grandma loved us so much, nothing was too much trouble. Massive lovely homecooked meals. Trips in to town to buy toffee. Days at the beach. Evenings playing games around the roaring fire while it was blowing a gale outside. Lots of laughter. Then to bed where we'd always find a hot water bottle and lovely crisp warm sheets.

My parents moved us a long way away when I was 11 chasing money and 'a better life.' I know it broke my Grandmas heart. And mine a little bit too

Oh @mjf981, that made me tear up