What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

I would not getting a wagon wheel in year 5 over 18 years ago.

We had a nations of the world fancy dress competition at Sunday school and I was dressed head to toe in an authentic costume from a country we have close links to and my mum has spent much of her childhood in. I lost to the pastor's son who literally had a checked tea towel on his head held in place with a strip of cardboard. 30 years ago now and I still feel a little hard done by for my 6year old self!

That my parents didn't do the paperwork so I had dual nationality and I can't claim it now.

We made Father Xmas mobiles in reception class. Mine was made perfectly, hanged just right and no smeary glue marks.
On the last day of term another kid took mine and I was left with a rubbish, wonky, glue-smeared one. I was devastated, and that the teacher and my mum even considered that I had made that one made me furious.

@NeedToKnow101

We made Father Xmas mobiles in reception class. Mine was made perfectly, hanged just right and no smeary glue marks. On the last day of term another kid took mine and I was left with a rubbish, wonky, glue-smeared one. I was devastated, and that the teacher and my mum even considered that I had made that one made me furious.

So, let me get this straight, your Father Christmas was well hung ?

That my mother threw out my beloved home made soft toy called Orangey.

I adored that wee toy, he came everywhere with me, came home from school one day aged around 12/13 and she'd thrown him out, saying I was too old.

Never forgiven her!

@therhubarbbrothers

"So, let me get this straight, your Father Christmas was well hung ?"

😂😂 Extremely!

I once went out on the town with a xfriend and she took one of her hair dressing clients boyfriends home and slept with him (they had newborn baby). During the morning after he asked her via FB if I was at her house so he could pick up his stuff. When his girlfriend found the messages, the girlfriend thought I slept with him and my xfriend told her it was me so she could keep her client. Ill never not be salty about it.

@Boopthesnoot1

I once went out on the town with a xfriend and she took one of her hair dressing clients boyfriends home and slept with him (they had newborn baby). During the morning after he asked her via FB if I was at her house so he could pick up his stuff. When his girlfriend found the messages, the girlfriend thought I slept with him and my xfriend told her it was me so she could keep her client. Ill never not be salty about it.

I would be pretty livid about that too if I was me! This is a time when snitching is totally warranted as far as I'm concerned but respect to you for not ratting her out when she deserved it!

Decimalisation.

I used to get 6d for school, then we went on to new money and I only got 2p. That 1/2p meant a lot to a 5 year old.

When I was 12 we were doing pottery in Art at school, and were meant to be making pots in the shape of vegetables. Mine was fennel, and i made the stalks hollow to put flowers in. It was a bit wonky I’ll give you that. Just before it went in the kiln, by art teacher cut the top off and made it into a bowl.

Having my older sister’s help forced on me for any school project/homework. She was five years older and a “talented artist” so instead of anyone encouraging me to do things, she used to say “oh here just let me do this, now you colour that little bit in” and the whole thing would be done by her.

That stung, but then overhearing my mum telling an aunty that I had gotten top marks in this art project “but what does that even mean if she didn’t do the work”. I was 9.

That stung so much and I’ll never not be salty about that.

I have 2....
Swimming gala and I was asked to stand in last minute to replace a swimmer who'd be taken ill. Team won. The medal (my medal!) was given to the sick child's mother. Not me!!!
February 1976. My first Brownie Thinking Day. I was beside myself with excitement about an overnight camp we were going to. The day before I came down with Chicken Pox. I was devastated.

A dickhead who I used to work with was very publicly rude to me. Then when no one else was around he'd try it on. This went on for months.

I was very young at the time and felt powerless. I'd love to go back in time now and tell him to go and fuck himself in front of everyone.

I will never forgive my mum for sending me to the playgroup Christmas party (early 90s) in a taffeta turquoise dress when I didn't want to wear. Only to turn up to all the other kids in normal clothes. I still remind her about it now at 32. It scarred me.

Mine is a Christmas mobile one too! I was seven, I entered a local competition to make a Christmas themed mobile. My theme was 'jungle bells' and I made lots of stuffed felt animals with santa hats on, and stuffed felt bells and it was brilliant (if I say so myself )

The man who was judging the competition said it was obvious my mother had done it so I was disqualified. Fucking bastard twat.

The school psycologist who told me dd was developing slower bc she is left handed and tried to implement all sorts of unnecessary measures on my shy 5 year old -which would have destroyed her confidence even more.
Wanted to track her down when dd was made head girl (And came in the top of the class)
Saw her once in the supermarket not sure how I held myself back from thumping her --with my left hand of course

I used to do ballet (and I was rubbish) and as it was just down the road I was permitted to walk home at 7ish years old. A car pulled up by me one day with another girl who was not very nice to me in it and her father proceeded to tell me off for pushing his dd and I like a fool just nodded instead of denying it. I've never forgotten that.

My DSis and her best friend found and ate half an Easter egg I had been saving. It was plain chocolate and had sugar flowers on it. I had eaten the other half but had kept this a bit longer because it was so pretty. I was very upset when I found out, my DSis rather than face up to the heinous crime ran away from home for the day. everyone was so worried about her being missing so when she turned up she didn’t get into trouble at all.

I remind her of this every Easter. It was over 50 years ago and still wounds me to think of it.

Heath Bloody Knight. He cheated me of my only moment of sporting glory. We were playing touch football in grade 5 sports and in a amazing burst of sporting prowess, I chased him down to the far side of the field and slapped him firmly on the back. He kept running and scored a try. No-one believed that I had got him as he was a sporting superstar and I was more known for being an uncoordinated nerd. Bastard. Cheat.

When I was about 12 a boy called Ryan kissed me backstage at a school play. Then told everyone I’d made it up (I hadn’t realised it was a secret!) and everyone assumed I must be lying because he was popular and I was ugly and nobody liked me much. I ended up agreeing I’d made it up to just stop people going on about it. So then everyone was like “knew it” I’m still really stung by the injustice of it now!

I didn’t even particularly want to kiss him just to really seal the unfairness of it all!

After my DH nana died, my BIL decided to get off his chest that she always favoured my DH. Apparently when they were very young he won a mars bar. She took the mars bar and cut it in half and gave them a piece each. My DH had no memory of this. We were shocked at how bitter my BIL was about it 30 years later that he had to bring it up at her funeral.

Brownies tea party in the early 1970s.

All the sandwiches were made at home & sent in. They were pooled and handed out randomly by Brown Owl.

So instead of my mum's delicious ham and mustard on crusty bread, I got someone else's mum's nasty tasteless cheese and marmite on floppy white sliced.

I was just talking about this the other day.

We were on holiday when my DS was about 3 years old. He shouted something to me across the pool and his grammar was incorrect - it was something like "look mummy I throwed it" I didn't correct him and 2 snooty women next to me snorted and said "the trouble is the parents don't bother to correct them"

It still bugs me, 13 years later, that I didn't say anything to them