Join me in reminiscing, it’s a Saturday night in August 1989 what are you doing...

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I have loved these threads in the past and also have just had a huge wave of nostalgia while making my DC’s dinner, macaroni cheese thinking back to my own childhood and my mother doing the same for me...

Its Saturday night, I’m 9 years old (almost 10) and I’ve been out on my bike all day with my friends, back in for tea and my mum is making macaroni cheese for with tomato ketchup and crushed ready salted crisps on the top (a tradition I both hold dearly and curse my mother for starting with my own DC)

My Dad is back in the door from the football, working not watching (police) and is showered, bare food with a beer, Paul Simon is the vinyl of choice (though I’d rather be watching TOTP’s)

There is fish or steak on the side, and prep for my parents nice Saturday night dinner, mum is counting sweeties (Saturday sweetie night) into 3 bowls for me and my sisters and we will be banished though to the sitting room with the tv while they eat and enjoy a bottle of wine.

The generation game is on the tv and in my Pj’s under a blanket with a bowl mixed with skittles and rolo’s and I keep here my parents merry and chattering in the next room and all is right in world.

What are you up to?

I'm 19 living at home and have a new friendship group after a lonely few years of not having any close friends. I'm loving my new social life and will get ready to go out with on the turntable.

We'll go the pub, I'll flirt with the lad I fancy and we'll smoke weed after the pub shuts. If my next door neighbour (who's my age) hasn't been out with us, when I get home I'll climb up to his bedroom window via our outhouse roof, knock on his window and see what he's up to.

I'm 15 so I'm heading to the local park with a carry out (lager or cider) and 20 Marlboro lights to hang out with my pals.

Probably hoping for a snog and likely not getting one.

Almost 19; waiting to start uni. Probably getting ready for a night on the town. Plenty of Hide the Blemish and hair gel being applied.

I'm 7 years old. Mum will have made something like a chicken casserole with mashed potato and carrots for dinner, then neopolitan ice cream or artic roll for pudding. It's the summer holidays so I'll probably be playing in the garden barefoot, picking flowers and turning them into "perfume" in a bucket with water from the garden tap, while my parents do the washing up.
In autumn it would be the generation game or bullseye on tv.
Since having my own children I do feel nostalgic for simpler times - but I am on only child and, watching my 2 kids play together, I realise I was kind of lonely and a bit serious at home. And a bit too attached to my mum.

I’d have finished work waitressing at 3 quid an hour and would have been getting ready to go out on the lash (underage, but we never needed fake ID as no one ever checked and if the police arrived, you just put your drink down). My mum would have pretended to herself that we weren’t going to drink as she dropped me into town with my mates and would have been kind enough to collect us later. I love my mum.

I'm 23 and getting ready to go out with my sister to our favourite pub. I've just graduated teaching post graduate course.

@PuppyMonkey We share a trade (or maybe once did). I'm jealous of your start. By the time I got going about 20 years ago it already wasn't the same.

I'm back home after my first year at uni. Working in a very boring office job for the summer and missing my friends, but that's more than made up for by being home near my newish BF who seems very grown up and streetwise compared to all the other men I know. Little do I know how spectacularly badly that will end a year later!

In my mother's belly. About to be born that Christmas 🎄

I was 13 and would have either been at home for dinner and an evening in front of the TV or been at my Grandparents who lived in Ramsgate. We used to go for 2 weeks every summer holidays and have the best time ever.
My grandma is a brilliant cook and there would be cheese straws most days fresh from the oven just as we got home from the beach. My grandad would get us to help with the telegraph crossword and would make use feel that we had the answers right and we would take their dog Oscar for loads of walks feeling really grown up.

I'm 6 so I'm unsure, we always used to watch Sat night tv so maybe Family Fortunes or Blockbusters then bed!

This is such a great thread OP! Love hearing snippets of people's stories.

Waiting for my A level results and probably spending the evening with my lovely group of friends from sixth form before we all went our separate ways to uni and work. There were one or two whose houses we always used to end up at and we'd have a little party, just a few beers and some music - all very innocent now I look back on it. I can't even remember how we used to organise spontaneous get-togethers in the pre-mobile phone age!

I was 16 and was head over heels with my first love. I was smoking lots of hash and having a brilliant time before starting 5th year.

Working in Sydney in ITU. Having a brilliant time!

I’m four, so I’m in bed listening to the children next door playing in the garden and wondering why they haven't been put to bed yet too!

Today, I had just given birth! Where did all that time go?

Aged 47 and enjoying every minute watching our beautiful 4 year old son grow more gorgeous by the day!

I Was 21 and in my 2nd year of nurse training. I was on holiday with another student nurse, the weather was amazing and we both had holiday romances! 😁

Playing in my Wendy House perhaps

I was 26 and newly married. We probably had a couple of friends over for food. I’d have cooked something like chicken chasseur (using a packet sauce) with jacket potatoes followed by cheesecake or a barbecue if it was hot. We would be drinking a lot of wine , probably Sicilian red and listening to Robert Palmer, Simply Red, Tracy Chapman and Julia Fordham.
I remember vividly on one such occasion that we’d hired a rotivator for the weekend to dig up the garden and pushing it round the garden while having the worst hangover of my life.

I was dating the man whom I married in 1990 and became the father of my oldest son.

We'd probably be watching a movie with his daughter from his first marriage because he had her every weekend.

He became my ex-husband in 1993.

Lying on the sofa thinking that feeling so crap can't mean I'm pregnant and must mean I'm dying of something horrible.

I think working nightshift in a and e as a student nurse

I would be drinking Guinness with dp. Interestingly we're just out to do that now! Tho a lot lot less Guineas.