Things from your childhood you are still salty over?

[MyCheeryPearlTraybake]

Not winning a running race

Not being allowed a bike or swimming lessons despite craving both intensely. We could have afforded it because my parents spent equivalent amounts on other staff for me. I did learn to swim later in life.

Having to have a scooter instead of a bike.

I bet you would have looked flipping amazing!

My next door neighbour had one. It was shite.
You didn’t miss anything.

My grandma used to like us in these. I didn’t mind them. Thought everyone had th. It’s o my when I look back at primary school photos now. That I realise no one else had them. Also wasn’t aloud an anorak, had to be a long coat.

Dsis being given an umbrella, and me not getting one.

Getting blamed for smashing the Christmas baubles. My sister and my brother did it then when the damage was discovered my sister said I did it and she was believed. I got the belt for that despite pleading my innocence.

This, only my mum used to cut my hair herself. Wasn't allowed (actually probably couldn't afford) to go to the hairdresser (or just grow my hair?), so instead had to cope with my mum who had no hairdressing training whatsoever, slashing at my head with the kitchen scissors. I looked ridiculous all through primary school, until I was allowed to grow my hair at secondary. Honestly, I looked like yaks had been chewing my head.

I got off lightly compared to my brother though. His haircut was... well, a pudding bowl would have been an improvement.

@MyCheeryPearlTraybake

What does "salty" mean to you ? I only use it in relation to food.

It means narked

Yes this! My mother made me have a strange cut around the ears mullet, it was absurd.
Like you I have rebelled and insisted on long hair all my life. Its currently about 5 inches from my bottom.
I never ever go to the hairdressers, I just trim the ends myself.

A milder version of "bitter", perhaps? I had not come across this expression before.

The Spelling Cup.

School had an annual spelling competition and the winner got the Spelling Cup. As a hyperlexic ASD child this was my big opportunity and I was walking it.

In second place was the headmaster's daughter.

So the head decided to do more and more rounds of just the two of us. I won every single round but it started to get a bit closer as by this time the words were getting more and more obscure. But I was still winning.

Head stopped it and said we would share as 'both of you are very good.'

I have gone on and on about this so much that if ever I am talking about something stressful or unfair DH will say 'is it as bad as the Spelling Cup?'

That cup was stolen from me.

Love how this is now a marker for adult life stressors. Definitely worse than my calligraphy pen trauma

One Christmas my sister and I both had Sindy dolls, hers had better hair.

I'm the eldest and only girl

My 3 brothers could do any expensive hobby they wanted and nothing was said if they wanted to give it up-it was just accepted

Karate (which was expensive as they needed the kit,lessons and to travel up and down the country) scouts (trips away) cricket (see karate) tennis (karate and cricket) piano (very expensive lessons and piano)

Many more where picked up and dropped on a whim-nothing was said and anything that came with the hobby was sold/given away

Me-i wasn't allowed to take up horse riding lessons due to the cost and times (even though I could cycle there and back) even though I was horse bonkers,any crafts as my mother hated the mess and brownies (as they couldn't get me to/from where it was held)

Sod the fact my brothers did cubs/scouts at the exact same building (different night)

Best laugh is,as soon as my brother wanted to do horse riding,the equipment was bought at great expense and suddenly the lessons where not that expensive anymore

(and he only went 5/6 times before quitting and the stuff given away to some friend)

My mum refusing to buy the ‘official’ blue gingham fabric to make my school summer dresses, and getting a cheaper version that looked completely wrong.

Mum refusing to buy me black trousers for school, and when we had to take in trousers to do Drama in, sending me with red tartan trousers. My classmates laughed themselves sick.

My parents saying that our 18th birthdays were the ‘special’ birthday, and we’d get a much better present. When I was 18, I got a clock radio, costing £25. When she was 18, my sister got a new oboe, costing £250. “Don’t worry - we’ll make it up to you in the future, SDTG” they said. Newsflash - they did not.

My mum never bothering to come to my university performances - I was a classical singer, reading music, and was a soloist with the university Philharmonic choir. Dad used to drive over to come to my performances, but mum never did.

Being properly told off by my friend’s mum for refusing to sing karaoke at my friend’s birthday party after I put my name down and they’d got the song ready for me. She accused me of creating a scene and trying to ruin the party and everything.

I was a painfully shy kid with zero musical talent and my song of choice was apparently Westlife's Flying Without Wings. It was clearly not me who put my name down, you absolute muppet.

Aged 7, at his 8th birthday party at McDonald’s, my boyfriend chose another girl to go on the tour of the kitchen at the end of the party

Aged 7 in 1976, "Penny" and I were both angels in the nativity play. It was a big deal in the parish church, not at school. We had white costumes but were not allowed to wear wings (I presume because too much trouble for the parents to make. 100% support this approach). We turned up at the church and Penny had a beautiful set of wings made with layers of white feathers. Pierced with envy. Absolutely gutted at my wingless state.

13 years later I went to a Medical Society party at uni. Fancy dress theme - come as a disease. I made myself a pair of wings of cardboard and layers of white paper feathers. Officially I was there as 'the flu' (flew) but in fact I was an angel at last.

onemorepage I also never had a single birthday party or cake. When I turned 21, my mother said “Your father said what would you like” He didn’t speak to me (unwanted child, shotgun marriage, paternity doubts)
I said new specs, which had a gold frame. She told him the price £10, I’m ancient and he said it was too much.

Also I won some money for my drawing of a ballerina in the local rag. I bought myself a small silver heart necklace. BF said “Is it real?” and bit into it, leaving a massive dent.

@LaaLaaLady I've just mentioned this thread to DH.

'Did you post about the Spelling Cup?' 😂

I'd just like to add that the same girl who stole the Spelling Cup from me was also cast as Mary in the Nativity.

Twice.

One of those years, I was the donkey. Not even an angel like all the other girls.

Mum read my (outgoing) letters to a pen pal that I hadn't sealed in the envelope when I was out.

"I didn't know what they were, I had to read them to find out"

Not being allowed jelly shoes like my sisters 😢 I had badly shaped feet due to a birth defect and had to wear corrective inserts in my shoes, so sensible shoes only for me 😢