Most dangerous or disturbing baby or childhood photos of yourself. It was a different time!

[KnopkaPixie]

I can't upload it because my mum has it but there is a picture of me at about seven months old sitting up in an enormous Silver Cross pram on the edge of the cliffs in Ventnor, Isle of Wight. Ricky, the family German Shepherd is tied to the handle by his lead. There does not seem to be any brake applied to the pram wheels.

This delightful image was taken from some distance away. To be fair, it was taken a full six months before the landslip and my parents were very busy running the King's Bay Cliff Edge Hôtel.

I think they were trying to train me and Ricky to pull our weight in the family business by mushing, Canadian husky and sled style into the Undercliff to bank cheques and pay the butcher.

There's loads of others including close proximity to bonfires, fireworks, plenty of untethered horses.

Falconry for five year olds. Me grinning demonically at an owl sat on my arm.

As you can see I turned out fine. What's your's?

Not a photo, but I have memories of sitting on the floor of the car as it was packed with 9 people (it was a 5 passenger saloon car). The additional 4 passengers were kids who were either on the floor or sat on laps.

I have one of me as a baby, during party at my grandparents house where I'm being held by my grandad, who is also holding the biggest glass of whiskey I've ever seen and a cigarette.

Also, me, aged 2 on a baby elephant at the circus.

My mum has a phot of me around 3/4 sitting on a big elephant at the circus with a tiger and its handler at the side. It is one of a very few memories i have as a kid. I also remember wanting to take the elephant home with me to live in the fields at the back of my house to look after the sheep 😂

Me and my sister sitting on Jimmy Savile's knees when we met him. Luckily nothing happened but I do get stressed thinking about what could have happened. Obviously parents knew nothing at the time about the monster he was.

There is one of me age 2 sat next to a completely miserable looking circus elephant. I look miserable too.

I'm 35 and a total animal loving vegan so the thought of it makes me feel awful!

My mother sent me a photo she found of her and a friend who lived down the road with all the streets children in school holidays at a zoo. There's about 15 six year olds standing in front of three elephants who are safely restrained behind a 3 foot fence made of 2 lines of wire.

David Icke lives there. It could explain a lot.

There is only one baby picture of me but there is one somewhere with my mum cooking, with a fag in her mouth and my brother on her hip, brother would be 2 or 3.

And there go my fond, innocent memories of Flipper being one of my favourite childhood films! 😂

A picture of my mum in the maternity hospital holding a new born me...... with a fag burning in ashtray next to her.

Yep. They’re terrifying. It feels like it’s one stiff breeze away from a bloody awful accident.

NC for this as it’s pretty recognisable!

My late Dad was a handyman and engineer who made anything - he was a frustrated engineer really. He built himself a little crane to lift up the car when he was working underneath, rather than trust to jacks.

He was also a fun dad and would sometimes position me on my bike, secure the bike to the hoist, and crane me about 5ft off the ground and allow me to pedal madly in the air. I loved that. My mother didn’t! My husband didn’t believe this ever happened until Dad died and I found the photo!

It wasn’t really dangerous dangerous as Dad was always there and the crane was well able to take the weight but it always took place on the hard standing of the drive and I was an accident-prone child, so I always look back and wonder how my 8-10 self got away with it!

Cousin all bundled into the boot of a car. We all fought to get in there!

That's hilarious.🤣

You've got a very thorough sun hat on though, can't fault them on that.

Snap. Poor monkey.

To be fair to her, I bet that first post-birth cigarette tasted incredible

I was just about to mention the scaffolding. I used it like a climbing frame , difference being my parents knew and never stopped me.

Yeah, well. IMHO none of these are anything LIKE as bad as the modern trend of posting pictures of babies and toddlers with dogs-pulling them about, climbing on them, riding them-and the dog looking stressed and doing its absolute best not to react. Usually captioned something like "Best Friends" or "Looking after little sister" or some other sentimental anthropomorphic shit. It's as if they want their baby to get bitten.

My dad driving an old ford around the snow covered streets pulling my sister (2) and me (1) in our sledge tied to the tow bar

Dad driving said ford the length of the country while my sister and I were asleep in a "bed" they'd made in the boot

My dad flipping loved dangerous activities though bless him, most of the rock climbing and such just didn't get photographed!

Balanced on the little hump in the back of mums sports car. No actual seat and definitely no seat belt. Almost flew out of the car when flying over a local hump backed bridge.

Ooh there's quite a few - my parents were...um... interesting in their approach to parenting 😅. Highlights probably include me riding a cow at about six, me and my cousins at about the same age sat on the roof of dad's van while he drove at speed round winding country roads, and me drinking a (small) beer at a rave my folks put on when I was about 4 so I 'didn't feel left out'

Oh God another one I forgot about. My dad (a carpenter) created a chariot type thing for my collie dog to pull around country roads alone from age about 4. To be fair she loved it but I'm not sure it was exactly safe 😆

My 2 oldest brothers and I, sitting on a sofa in the back of my Granddad's transit van as we drove the 70 miles to Skegness. He would deliberately throw the van around corners so the sofa would ricochet of the walls, while we squealed with delight.

This is freaking me out, even though you’re clearly alive and well!

When my mum wanted a break at the weekend my dad would take us to his factory where we were allowed to ‘play’ with the equipment which included a massive guillotine which cut and bent metal 😱 There was a big foot pedal which you had to push down to move the blade. I can remember having to jump up and down on that whilst my little hands were holding a piece of metal right by the blade!

I would then proudly bring home my creation