To wonder what things you miss about your childhood?

I miss family's running in and out of each others houses. (everyone is so private now and needs permission).

I miss everyone knowing thee neighbours and getting on well. street party's etc.

I miss playing with my brother's out the back garden and family trips to the caravan

I miss the days before nutrition was invented when Coco Pops, Crispy Pancakes and cola were considered a perfectly decent diet for growing kids.

I miss the Sundays too ,, when everyone would be there for Sunday lunch and play cards or board games in the afternoon , followed by seafood for tea.

I miss the toffee apple man on his bike, and the rag n bone man with his horse shouting out "Any ol rags" , ,both came on a Sunday incientally.
Oh and was fascinated when the chimney sweep would come round.

Most of all I miss being carefree with my equally carefree friends.

And, goes without saying really, I miss my relatives who are no longer here but were a large part of childhood.

I miss £10 feeling like £1000!

I was just thinking about church bells the other day. Hearing them in the distance on a Sunday morning was part of my childhood. Do they not ring them anymore?

They ring them here (village) l miss the simplicity of homes.

Where my parents live they do Thumbcat .

Ball games.

I was never sporty, but at any sort of family get together, or outing someone would always produce a ball and there'd be rounders or cricket, football or just catch. My Dad used to play catch or cricket with me in the garden after tea.

My DCs have no interest whatsoever.

I miss Sunday bath night, we would have a bath, sit in front of the electric fire in our nighties and have some form of treat (viennetta) whilst watching crappy TV like heartbeat. This was definitely in the days before sky!
I miss going out on your bike in the summer, playing with friends all day and only popping home to grab a packet of crisps or a sandwich. God knows what we did all day, but it was fun.
Mostly I miss feeling safe and secure, being tucked up in bed by my mum and dad, and sleeping soundly because I had absolutely no worries and knew I was loved and protected.

All of the above!

But most of all my darling grandad. He was my best friend and I spent everyday with him. He died when I was 9. I still feel so sad that I never got to really know him fully. I think we'd have been as thick as thieves now!

I miss the Sunday afternoon Eastenders omnibus.

And rushing to get to my Dad's house on a Friday night in time for Top of the Pops.

I miss being looked after by my gran & grandad, going for rides on the train to visit great grandparents. I miss the holidays I used to go on - even though I moaned at the time. I miss playing in the woods from morning to night. I miss not worrying about money and all the other worries that come with being an adult and a parent.

((((FernGullys))))

I miss my Uncle , he was only 33 when he died of cancer .. Loved Monday nights as that was dinner with Nan, my Uncle and his Wife .. Always lamb chops, roast spuds and veg followed by Home made rice pudding ;/ God I miss that Man so much

Top of the Pops was on Thursdays.....surely?

I miss being at home with my mum and dad, knowing everything's ok because they are there.

Now they are gone that safe feeling has gone too.

I miss rushing to the shops on pocket money day to buy Bunty or Judy or Mandy. And then reading my brother's Dandy or Beezer. And the excitement when a free gift was included. Nowadays most comics are just TV spinoffs and cost the price of a paperback book because they include a 'free gift' every week.

I miss coming home from school on winter afternoons to a steamed up kitchen, because no one had extractor fans or expelairs.

I miss Summer holidays where you drove to your destination sitting on rolled up sleeping bags, with tennis rackets sticking into the back of your neck and a stash of library books on the floor and a big box of groceries taking up half the boot.

My dad.
And staying at my grandparents where my grandad would make me and my sister a special supper (cheese on toast cut into triangles) and homemade minestrone soup. He doesn't do that anymore excuse of his dementia (and also we are grown ups now).
I also miss my mum being in charge of meal planning and shopping so I only had responsibility of eating and cooking what was in the fridge. Only time I've ever been slim and dieted successfully was in my high school years with her in charge! I'm not responsible enough myself
Oh and I miss my dogs, would love to have some now but no space in my flat with dc and cats. Miss long walks and cups of tea on Sundays while they flopped on my lap. Maybe I should look into small breeds...

Ahh, how lovely - I agree with the library one, Top of the Pops and the car loaded up for holidays! We also had a battery operated tape player that we had in the car to listen to music

I miss shops shutting at 5pm and all day on Sunday - everyone seemed less frantic about having to buy stuff.

Unfortunately I can’t find anything from my childhood worth missing, but I just asked one of my older dc’s and got;
“Bedtime stories.”
“Going to new places just to look for things I’d never seen before, and always finding them.”
“Falling asleep anywhere and everywhere knowing you’d get me home.” “Being carried out on Christmas eve wrapped up to see all the Christmas trees and stars in the dark.”
“Coloured water in the bath.”

My father being able to indulge us with messy, unhealthy cooking creation. Delicious! His health is poor now so no more deep fried everythings and crates of coloured soda and sundaes. Sigh. Those were the days.

Actually I really miss old fashioned Christmasses that started around the end of November when the first Annuals appeared in the shops, and continued through the excitement of the local chemist's spraying fake snow in their windows and getting out the display of French Pink bathsets; your mum icing the Christmas cake; the old bag of used wrapping paper being dragged out from under the stairs; paper chains being draped across the ceiling and the tree being put up a few days before Christmas.

And then those quiet, quiet days after Christmas when all the shops were closed and the only traffic on the roads were families visiting aunty Betty and Uncle Clive for mince pies and tea; and your mum thought up half a dozen inventive ways to use left over turkey until the shops opened again.

I miss 15p Freddo's for a start. The smug bastard now thinks he's worth about 40p. I miss playing out until the sun went down and feeling safe doing so because everyone knew everyone and we'd slip in and out of each other's houses. I just remembered bath bombs too! I used to love them. And being able to go to the corner shop with £1 and leaving with a drink, crisps and chocolate

Penny sweets - or even halfpenny ones.
Children from the street congregating outside to play, all age groups playing together - I know that still happens but not in our area, the roads are too busy and there are no green areas.
The ability to go off and play for the whole morning/afternoon with your parents only having the vaguest idea where you were, which could have been up to a mile away.

Summer holidays in our caravan - all snuggled down at night with my mum, dad and three brothers and hearing the rain falling on the tin roof. Being allowed to choose any ice cream we wanted on holidays (which was a huge treat). Xmas morning. My dad. Falling asleep in the car after a long drive and being carried inside to bed. Feeling so safe, so loved, so secure.