Things from your childhood you are still salty over?

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Not winning a running race

Mine found,read and crossed out any spelling mistakes in my diary

Teenage me never wrote in another as she told all her mates what I'd written and had a good laugh at it

I will never forgive her and am now nc

Bloody hell, what is wrong with some parents???????

Being slandered and assaulted age 17 and not telling anyone because it was all so awful. never talked to my parents anyway..

Not being allowed to play football at school. At primary school, boys and girls were separated for PE and boys were taught football and girls were taught netball. At my single sex comprehensive, we were only allowed to play netball and hockey. I fucking HATE netball and hockey and was crap at them. All I wanted to do was football, a game I actually loved and understood and was reasonably OK at. There weren’t any clubs locally that had girls’ or mixed teams. So my only outlet was getting my brother (who is seven years older than me!) to kick a ball around with me in the garden now and again. At the age of 49 I’m still furious about this.

My mum dressing me in frilly M&S dresses but also cutting my hair short in a boys style because “I couldn’t be bothered to do your hair, I was a single mum don’t forget!” Which summed up her parenting in general tbh. Everything was too much trouble because she was all on her own and it was so hard… I looked like a cross little dude in a dress. I still hate looking at photos of myself when I was little.

This!!!! I would have loved one.

I do remember my mum intentionally making my brother late to a cricket match, and she knew he'd get a bollocking for it. He was at grammar school, which was veery non-nonsense. He was very much her golden child, and she was very proud of him getting into the school, so it was bizarre to me.

She'd said she'd take him, then just sat chain smoking cigarettes. My dad was begging her (he couldn't drive), my brother was in a state but she just sat there, puffing away. She eventually agreed, leaving at the time the match started and it was a 20 minute drive.

I had a similar experience with her as an adult; I needed her help with something and she purposefully sabotaged it. There was just something about having a "demand" made of her that triggered her to react this way. I never relied on her for anything again.

What is it with all the mums who didn't let their daughters have long hair? I wasn't allowed it because my hair was thick and wavy/frizzy... actually having it long would have helped I think, some weight in it would have made it look better...instead I had it short like a boy and then shoulder length with stupid layers. I've been growing out these sodding layers for over thirty years FFS. I suspect my mum thought long hair was tacky looking.

Having older parents, they were in their 40’s when they had me. I hated it when I was a child, teen, young adult and now even more so.

My 'friend' Penny poked out the eye of her new Tiny Tears. She blamed me so we had to swap. I ended up with a Tiny Tears that had an eye made of plasticine and a blue button. Never forgiven her.

Never in the history of mumsnet threads I've read have I wanted to give so many of you hugs.

I think with mine it is because she didn't know how to take care of curls, my sister was allowed long hair because she had thick, straight hair.

My sister had different troubles though, my mother decided she should have a fringe, that my sister absolutely hated, because the fringe wouldn't be cut nearly often enough. One day DSIS took matters in her own hand and chopped the fringe off, my parents reacted really horribly over this.

When my own DD chopped her own hair off recently I reacted very differently...

I was the overweight kid (not obese looking back, but I was made aware by mostly everyone that I was “fat” whether through insults or well meaning comments) and my younger sisters were a lot more petite and “dainty”. There were always remarks about what little scoots they were, whereas I was made out to be the bull in a china shop. I was never encouraged to wear anything nice to occasions as a teen - it was that old 80s/90s classic “wear black, it makes you look slimmer”. I’m an okay weight now, but I swear being the “fat” kid is something that stays with you for the rest of your days. And I hate having to get dressed up for something even
now. I admire the body positivity that’s preached these days. We should be made to feel happy in our skin whatever our size/build.

My mum wouldn't let me have long hair as she said my hair wasn't up to it.

To fair, it was the 80s and short hair was much more common especially with Princess Di. My hair is also wavy and nobody knew what to do with that at the time, everything was for straight hair.

But I really really really wanted long hair.

So when I was about 25 I grew my hair. This was in absolutely no way because I had a boyfriend who was into long hair, or to show my mum she was wrong, no not at all.

After a year and a half my hair looked utterly shit. the boyfriend was shit too
One of the most painful experiences of my life was acknowledging my mum had been right all along.

Me too. And I was gutted when my sister got married and decided she wasn’t having any.

Me too!!!

2 things - both at my (very small) junior school.

I was accused of breaking a window - I didn't. My pocket money was docked to pay for it.

I was accused of losing a Ladybird book about King Alfred. Again... I didn't.

Angel Gabriel is male?

Funnily enough, four year old me wasn't big on theological detail, just into the tinsel halos.

A classmate copying a Robert Louis Stevensons poem, The Little Land, submitting it as her own, and thereby winning the primary school poetry competition.
I was furious but said nothing!

Not being allowed a nice pair of shoes when I was a bridesmaid (one & only time, I was 10). The bride provided the dress but asked my mum to buy matching red shoes. I fell in love with a pretty, sparkly pair but my mum said no and bought an awful flat, clompy, lace up pair. She said I'd never wear the pretty shoes again, so bought the practical pair. Funnily enough, I never wore those again either!!

I strongly suspect either nits or the fear of nits was most mother's driving force in the past. My brother used to get nits regularly and I never had them once but I still had to have the ridiculous 'yak attack' haircut.

Sadly not at the moment, although I have been a dog owner previously in adulthood. I felt so weird typing out that full story, wondering if I was overreacting and if mum's actions were correct but the responses from you and others have validated my feelings and the fact that I've carried this for so many years.

On the plus side, I did have a Mr Frosty. It was shit.

Not getting made House Captain in the 6th form (I got vice captain). My friend got Captain - despite the fact that I had played both house and school sports (I represented the school consistently from Y7 onwards in Netball, hockey, basketball and tennis) - and my friend gave up in Y10.

House Captain was entirely about selecting other year group teams, supporting them, etc. I still cannot fathom why this happened. I DID het made up to Captain after a few months in the upper sixth - because my friend got pregnant and had to be off school until she had the baby.

Primary school nativity plays always seemed to cast the angels with girls despite this! My best friend got Gabriel and I was SO jealous of her…

My English teacher gave me a D for a project (literally the only time I ever didn't get an A in English) the day after I told her she'd spelled soldier wrong (she spelled it as solider). Cow 🤣

More seriously my parents moving country when I was 13 and taking me out of school, it did not help set me up with social skills 😬