Things from your childhood you are still salty over?

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Not winning a running race

I was ra ra skirt era too and never had one. They seemed fab at the time

I was overweight as a child so I had to wear what fitted regardless of whether or not I liked it. Because I was viewed as fat, mum decided aged around 7 that it was adult clothes for me from then on. I wasn’t even that large! I looked like an absolute idiot for most of my childhood.

Thing is I was fed utter shite and not permitted to exercise because apparently I was too fat and it’d be too hard! I’m not entirely sure what I was meant to have done really .

Never got a Big Yellow Teapot.

Not getting a part in the nativity because you were only allowed a part of your birthday was between September and Christmas, which mine isn’t. Having got over that, I was chosen to be Mother Pig in a performance The Three Pigs. Then I had to into hospital and couldn’t do it. I was furious and blamed my mum. She did many things that were questionable but that really wasn’t her fault!

I had the lead role in the school play at 16- it was Shakespeare, and quite a big deal.

My mum was away on a work trip and didn't come. She was staying somewhere about an hour's drive away, and not working in the evenings.

Quite a few (I'm a middle child).

But not to bore anyone senseless, 2 from school I'm still aggrieved over were:

Being the only child to now get a part in the class assembly, all year in P2. I was always in the background, holding up a tree or the costume of the main character

Being blamed for turning on a toy in class, someone else did and I was scared we'd all get into trouble so I went to turn it OFF

I feel your pain 😞 I'm from a large family & as the eldest I was 'responsible' for my siblings (who were a flipping nightmare).

Just remembered I wasn't allowed a hyper colour t shirt...I was desperate for one. I think my mum thought they were common, she was obsessed with things being common 😂

Me too - my teenage kids bought me one for my birthday last year and it was shit! Even as an adult I didn't have the strength to crush the ice. We used it once and then it went off to the charity shop 🤣

Being told my hair was like rats tails. Mum tried Prom and Twink on my fine hair with varying degrees of success. I still remember feeling faint from the smell of ammonia in the perm solution!

Too many to mention but every year,the school held a contest where you had to boil and egg and decorate it
You brought it in and the best won
Every fucking year,my mother would boil the eggs,decorate it herself (we had the fear of God put in us if we touched it) and send us in with firm instructions to say we'd done it all ourselves
We'd proudly place our eggs on the table and a few hours later,they'd announce the winners
The same group of kids won every year without fail
It was A-obvious no child had touched theirs
B-their mothers had art skills mine didnt
C-the kids who won every year where the ones who's faces fitted with the teachers

The school play where every single child got a part
Bar me
I was the one child who had to sit in the corner at every rehearsal and at the plays themselves
The teachers where aware and didn't even bother giving me a part as an extra angel or sheep
My mother just shrugged

The one where we had to make an Easter bonnet (no adult help was allowed)
My grandad helped me make mine and I proudly wore mine while standing in line with the others (and mine was obviously made by a child with a glue stick,tissue and a lot of effort)
The judges walked up to the kid next to me,admired her bonnet,walked past me to the next kid,(not even a glance)and the next etc and those kids (the favourites) got a prize for theirs (no child had made theirs but their mothers had)

It's made me be 100% fair with any child

I cannot bear the thought of any child going through that feeling of not being good enough

The greatest injustice of the decade (2000s) happened in a nursery in the north of England.

It was a sunny day, for some reason videos of “The Rubber Dubbers” were being given out. I LOVED this show. It was my favourite. Earlier that day, me and a boy (his name is Henry, I am tempted to post his full name but I won’t because I am a good person). He pulled down the tent in the role play area. This resulted in our teacher shouting at us both and putting us in time out. Fine, I’ll be punished for a crime I didn’t commit, I’ll still get my video right? RIGHT? WRONG! I didn’t get one because I was bad. I didn’t even pull the tent down. I swear up and down I didn’t fucking do it, to no avail. I cry all the way home.

My sister and her friend Carol broke our record player messing around with it, but blamed me so I got a telling off from my mum.
That was in 1968 and I’ve not forgotten, so watch out Carol you know who are.

These will totally out me if anyone who knows me is here but not getting a space hopper when my brother did, no chance of him sharing, he was/is a selfish, spiteful git. Being punched in the mouth by said spiteful brother, chipping my front tooth, and my mum believing him when he said I'd 'run into his fist' (!!).

Mother never getting me braces because she ‘didn’t have time’ despite being a teacher and having 3 months off a year. Cost me £2K as an adult.

Not getting a Barbie, I really wanted one.

Never having riding lessons because mum was concerned that the neighbour lost her front teeth from a fall or couldn’t be arsed to take me. I was desperate, finances were ok. Took me til I was late 30s to be fit enough then bought my own.

A teacher saying my hair looked like Medusa’s. IIn this era, he’d be in front of the head! My mother had no clue what to do with my curly hair and never introduced me to hair products when I was a clueless kid.

The Wombles were the big thing. I really wanted a womble stuffed toy. Instead of buying me a ‘proper’ womble, my mum bought a ‘sew your own womble’ kit from John Lewis and made it up for me.

Bless her - but it just wasn’t ‘right’.

Never waking up to find a silver pony in the garden each birthday and Christmas.

Sorry for those whose ones were more serious and affected self esteem, kids are more fragile, not resilient, than we think sometimes and need more grace and softness from their adults than many get.

I’m sorry but I just had to comment.
My DM (a super kind and logical lady) once swore blind I had thrown a pack of kids foil wrapped Christmas chocolates belonging to my younger brother, at her whilst stood in the kitchen and they had fallen in the cooking pot she was using on the stove and been destroyed.
Id just woken up for the day and come down stairs and she was so cross with me. She’d been up for hours. She told me off, I hadn’t a clue. I kept explaining I hadn’t done this and she was so adamant I had. In the end I opened up the cupboard they were kept in and pulled the bag of them out. Clearly undamaged.

She must have dreamt it happened but she kept saying ‘I’m so sorry SEN it seemed so real I really thought it had happened’ I was lucky I could prove it incorrect by retrieving the bag I suppose. I was a teenager at the time and I’m now early 30’s nothing like it has ever happened again. Total one off!

This!

I was never a bridesmaid.

When I was about 7, I don't remember being consulted about this, but we went to the hairdresser and got a horrific bowl hair cut (my hair had been quite long)

I'd assume this was the case for my mum, only she said it as it was supposed to have happened, as in 'I saw you just look at those biscuits and throw them away in disgust!' I thnk I'd dropped them out of my pocket by accident but she swore blind I'd TAKEN them out, looked at them and then thrown them away, so something that must have happened in a few seconds she had built up into something deliberate and considered.

My brother would be given a full bar of chocolate, but me and my sisters would have to share one because according to my mother, “girls have to watch their figures”

I was not allowed the jeans with one red leg and one black leg. I still maintain I’d have looked epic.

I never got the Mr Frosty either, sounds like a few of us all in the same boat!
I also really wanted Scalextrix …parents then thought it would be funny to get me one when I was in my 30s. Better late than never

I never got a book with me/my name in it, they used to be sold at pop ups in shopping centres and I was desperate for one.
Having an uncomon name so could never buy tacky souvenirs.
Lack of Mr. Frosty, Cadburys mini chocolate machine and a Soda Stream.

Still waiting for my pony