What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

That my parents didn't bring me up to be bilingual.

Each year school held a fancy dress comp. In my class was the Governors son who never tried but always won.
My year 6 teacher told my parents not to expect me to amount to much or get a decent job at the same time telling the cool kids (headed up by heads dd that they would be world leaders) I would love him to see where I am now and that at least 1 of the cool kids is/was in jail.

I had a kidney problem growing up a side effect was that I'd wet the bed most nights. I'd had lots of hospital visits, scans etc and medication but nothing worked. I heard of water beds, probably watching a James Bond film or something , and said I'd like to sleep in a water bed. My mother's comment ? 'You do most nights'

Great idea for a thread, OP. Such a nice distraction!

My long held saltiness is about the sack race in primary school, on school sports day.

I was an ace at the sack race. Class champion. No one could get near me.

On the day, huge excitement, looking forward to my family watching my triumph.
If you remember, when the race starts, you run a few yards to your sack, get in and off you go.

In those early moments, another child crossed into MY land and jumped into MY sack!!

I was so shocked and outraged, it didn’t occur to me to just take hers, I stopped dead, crying about the injustice, and watched her jump her way to the finishing line and MY medal. 😡😡

I couldn’t believe the race wasn’t re run. I still remember her name, many decades later.

I was 8.

@Divoc2020

I’d just got my pristine, brand new Girl Guide handbook and was looking at the page with a list of all the badges with another girl in my troop. She said “I’m going to do these ones...” and proceeded to tick off a whole load in the list in blue pen. When she saw my horrified face she said “oh, don’t worry, it’s ‘licky biro’” and proceeded to lick her finger, rub the ticks and make an even bigger smeary mess on the page.

Gutted. I’ll never recover.

@Divoc2020 - 😂😂😱😱😱😱😱😱

I had an old fashioned Victorian style pram that I enjoyed pushing my doll around in. It had a lace duvet type cover in it and it was pristine.

I was about 12 I think.

Came home from school one day to find my mum had given it to her friends little girl as I “was too old for babyish things like that”

I was gutted. Especially since the next time we went round, I found the pram had been left outside in the rain and it was ruined

@TheGlitterFairy

I was never allowed a mr frosty - I could buy myself one now of course but it’s not the same!

I never got play-doh barber shop

@dementedma

Came on the thread just to see what salty meant ...other than the obvious. Never heard it used to mean angry before.

More bitter than angry. It’s what the kids used to use though I think there’s a new word now! Salty is a good descriptor though!

Overheard my DM telling others that I was a bit thick and she’d be very happy if I left school with any GCSE’s.

Left with 10, now have a masters degree and earn very well in a professional niche job.

sticks two fingers up

My mum was a childminder and had two very nice kids. She used to buy a multipack of Walkers - 2 x salt n vinegar, 2 x cheese and onion, 2 x plain.

I LOVED salt and vinegar but she let the other kids go first and they both picked it. I was wound up forever about it.

When I was younger I had a good voice, always in school choir, solos etc. New choir teacher, first session the girl next to me was flat as, teacher looks up and kicks me out! Then two weeks later when it becomes apparent that it’s her she gets kicked out but I don’t get asked back because they were full!
Also I’d always been in top classes in primary, in fact in the top two (rival with my best mate) then in 6th class they make the classes parallel. (Except they weren’t and everyone knew it) I was put in 6b not 6a. THEY said it was due to numbers, but I never forgot and it obviously blighted my life for the next 40 years. 😡🥺

In what would now be year 1, my friend and I had identical orange scented rubbers that we were very proud of. She damaged hers. When i had to leave my desk, she swapped them so I had the damaged one and she had my still perfect one. She completely denied it and took mine home that night. Still cross now.

@Beautyoftheirdreams

That I begged, lobbied and petitioned my parents to get my ears pierced. They eventually agreed I could have them done when I turned 13. That magical day finally arrived and they only went and let my sister who was 11 at the time get hers pierced on the same day. Fuming.

Are you my sister 😂 I got mine done about 11 under similar circumstances. And to top it off one of hers got infected and she had to wait for the infection to heal before she could have it redone

Meant ‘lane’ not ‘land’, obviously!

Another thing to be salty about 😀

Love this thread. I have SO MANY.

Two that really rankle and are about the same person:

1. I did a piece of artwork which was completely unusual / original in style and got 2 merit stars for it, my teacher said that he wouldn’t give me the max of 3 as otherwise I “wouldn’t try”. The girl from down the road came to play, saw my art and copied the idea. She got given 3 merits by her teacher and won the end of year prize for her original idea. It was bloody mind!!
2. I won second place in a writing contest and same girl won first and was asked to read her story out in assembly. She’d completely ripped off an actual series of books including all the characters, I’d read them so knew but it was an American series so assume the teachers hadn’t. I told her I knew she’d copied from this book and she told me I must have misunderstood the competition because it was meant to be rewriting a story. No it bloody wasnt.

She went on to be a lecturer at oxford and I hope had better morals and copied less then!!

High school boyfriend's parents hated me, as I was not living in the city and they thought I will ruin their baby's life by probably getting pregnant at 17 and forcing him to drop out of school. They were obsessed with education and money. I am sometimes still tempted to send them copies of my diplomas and my salary slip with a note 'Big. Huge mistake'.

When I was little my Dad crafted me a beautiful dolls house. It looked just like ours and it took him half the year to make. It was stunning. I played with it all the time.

Obviously it got put away during my teenage years. Then when I was in my 20s and planning my own family I asked if I could see it again with a view to passing it to my children.

My parents admitted that they had sold it when I started secondary school. And not just that - they'd sold it to a family who really didn't look after it and actually came back to my dad with it a couple of years later to ask if he could repair the roof because it had been battered about so much. It was way too big a job but he said he would buy it back from them (really regretting selling it) but they said "don't worry about it" and later informed him that they had burned it on a bonfire because it wasn't fit for purpose.

(they didn't keep coming back just to taunt my dad - he had a greengrocers shop and they were customers - it was mentioned in passing)

Anyway my parents were suitably ashamed of themselves but I'm still not quite over it.

@Collidascope

Primary school nativity play and all the girls in my class (Year 2) were angels. During one dress rehearsal, one girl managed to make a huge tear in the gauze wings. That was the dress I ended up with on the night.

I hear your pain. One year I was chosen to be Mary . Rehearsals went well, someone lent me a blue dress, I perfected my wistful maternal smile.

Then a bug swept through the entire school. I wasn't affected, being Chosen, but the rest of the cast was, so the Nativity was cancelled. They could have just postponed it, but some pathetic excuse about the church hall not being available was wafted around.

Never chosen for anything else, before or since. The world doesn't know what it has missed.

My history GCSE result where I was one mark off an A. My dad wouldnt pay for an appeal as I got the grades needed to get into college so didnt see the point. Exactly the same with my A level politics. I am 35 and still feel hard done by!

A pub quiz where one questions was "What are the primary colours?" and I said "red, blue and yellow"

WHICH THEY ARE.

And when the 'quiz master' read out the answers he said RED, YELLOW AND GREEN!

I fucking argued and argued! No avail. This was before the internet.

PIL kindly agreed to take top tier of our wedding cake (that MIL had made) home and keep it whilst we were away on honeymoon. Asked for it back a couple of months later when thinking of first christening and they said they couldn't find it, no recollection of taking it etc.

Four years and two christenings later they moved house and found the cake stored under their bed. So, FIL ate it. They told us a few months later. I am still livid.

I have a few... I had a blue velvet teddy bear I'd had from when I was a baby, in photos etc... much loved - it was thrown away by my mum and she swears she didn't do it!

I had a little tug boat which I took to Camber Sands and I recall letting it go so it sailed presumably towards France - I was inconsolable and am still salty that my parents either let me take it or let me let go of it!

This is a brother and I one - we had a Child Safety Book - must've been 60s/70s style but was in colour with pictures and text about what to do and not to do - e.g. don't let someone give you sweets, swim somewhere it's not safe etc. We loved that book for some inexplicable reason and all the other childhood ones we have but when we go to our childhood home it's gone - my mum swears it's still in the attic and she hasn't binned it - but we know!

I was thinking that I didn't have anything to contribute but then remembered that at my Catholic primary school all the blonde girls except me were angels in the Nativity but I wasn't because "angels don't wear glasses"

Not salty perhaps, but I wonder why so much seemed to be made of DD1 getting/not getting correct tripod grip/holding her her pen correctly in nursery/Reception.

She is 15 now and still holds her pen a bit wonkily, but it's just how she holds a pen. She has very neat handwriting, has always been advanced academically and goes to a super-selective grammar school. DD2 is more in the middle academically but never had any problem with holding her pen!

Mum was told when I was v small that I would have severe spatial awareness problems and probable dyspraxia. She didn't share this with anyone and received no help, formal dx as an adult post uni. I felt clumsy and stupid- I did well but knew something was "wrong" with me but could never explain it. She hadn't wanted me "labelled". I masked ok at school but really struggled at uni in ways I now know are typical of dyspraxia. I so needed that help and had no idea that I should've had it or could've had it. It wrecked my confidence and self belief.

I also went to a private school, and it had a junior and senior school. In-school cohort were more or less expected to stay for seniors but still required to take the entrance exam if we wanted to stay. Parents and I were told my English entry test paper was outstanding - the best. Imagine how I felt when someone else who was an "asset" to the school results had been threatening to leave -and had an english teacher mum- got a surprise one off "English Prize" for this exact honour on top of their scholarship (practically the only one awarded to an internal candidate or indeed at all due to a tactical move gone wrong) at junior prize giving.

Mum was told the whole school head felt it was ok to do this because "I was mature for my age and could handle rejection and would understand". I had actually been identified not long before by the lovely junior head as having "low self esteem and little confidence".