What are you still salty about?

[AmberTurnerCo]

Years later

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

I’ve never heard “salty” before. So it means holding a grudge /resentment?

I was fat as a kid, actually to be thin I have to have less calories than the average person. I didn’t know this then. I went to hospital to see a consultant because I reacted to a BCG test. He started lecturing me on “not eating pizza and takeaways”. At the time my mum was controlling what I eat so much that if I had so much as a drink of water with out her permission I would of got the “you’ve had breakfast, lunch, tea, one biscuit, one apple... honestly I think it’s my purpose in life to stop you eating yourself to death”. I couldn’t say anything because I would of got told off!

When I was 5 Rachel trapped louises fingers in the door of the play house in reception. They pretended it was me so Rachel wouldn’t get into trouble. I got taken out of the play area.

In year 2 we had “blind children’s money” where you take 10p in to donate in assembly on a little wood dish. Anita said I stole hers. Got the teacher on her side. I was made to give it back. She spent it on sweets. I wish I had the verbal skills to call her out on it back then!

A couple from my childhood:

• my older sister had got some new school shoes and (as was my family’s way) they were sensible but not particularly attractive, but she seemed very happy with them. Perhaps suspiciously so. Later that day, we suddenly heard a loud wailing from her room. The straps on her new shoes had been cut. She made out she was devastated and I got the blame. Reader, I HAD NOT TOUCHED THEM. Looking back it’s the prolonged sustaining of the meanness that most gets to me - pretending to love the shoes for a whole day to make it more realistic that she wouldn’t have deliberately wrecked them herself.

• when I got a place at the highly, highly selective grammar school, hearing my dad on the phone to a relative saying “well she’s not as bright as [older sister] was at that age”.

A few years ago a new book in a popular series was coming out and my local bookshop was opening at midnight for people to pick up their pre-bought copies. You were given a number that you had to pick out of a bag at random when you pre-ordered your book and that was the order you'd go into the store - I was the first one in there and by coincidence pulled out the number one ticket. The shop made a big deal about it, saying that maybe the press would want to talk to me as I'd be the first one in our town to get this book etc. so they really hyped it up.

I got there on the night and met up with a couple of friends who were a few tickets behind me and we looked around some of the exhibits that were related to the book before going to queue to get into the shop - a family of five had spread themselves out across the doors and when I asked which ticket they had the teenage son said 'number two' so I held mine up and said 'Okay, I have number one' - none of them moved and I didn't know what else to say.

We were let in and the woman giving out books was packing the first one and said to one of the girls "So you get the first copy for [home town!]" and the Mum admitted they didn't have the number one ticket so I said that I did. So the bookshop woman was like "... Do you want the first book then?" so I said yes because I'd been looking forward to it so much but you could tell they all thought I was being unreasonable - the Mum even said "Well I guess that's important to some people" ... IF IT WASN'T IMPORTANT TO YOU THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME GO IN FIRST?

It really ruined my night because I felt like everyone was judging me but I'm still glad I didn't say no when I was offered the first book

when I was 7 or 8 there was a fancy dress competition at school.
I went as an oxo cube wearing a silver box with OXO on it and red tights, shoes, polo neck and hat - it was awesome!
I came second to someone whos mum had HIRED a mini mouse costume!!!
Still "fumming" 40 years later

SirVixofVixHall

I was just going to post the same.

I've never heard of 'salty' used in this way.

Mine is toy related - I had a knitted green teddy bear that has been made by mum's friend and that I loved. Came home from school one day to find mum had allowed our neighbour's kids to play with it when they were over and they'd pulled at the wool and unravelled him to his waist!

Another time we were moving from one farm to another, so had to have a clear out before packing up. I cleared out and packed up my things but again came home one day to find one of my favourite dolls missing. Mum had further cleared my stuff, decided I was too old for dolls (I was 7) and burned it on the burning pile. All I found left was half a charred and melted plastic leg. I was heartbroken!

Not getting to be the star in primary school. Literally the star I mean. Such a beautiful shimmery silver costume that only fitted me abs one other child. (Sigh).

@YouBelongHere at least you got the first book! That’s a victory! The other woman was a cow!

And not abs.

I was given a pretty artificial flower to hold in a school play. The queen bee was given a less pretty one. The next night she and a bunch of her friends came and bullied me out of my pretty flower and made me swop. Still hurts!

A few years ago, I went to see The Hobbit in IMAX, with dp and dc. Big treat, loved it, as we're all fans.

As the lights came on, the man sitting next to me proceeded to tell me how I'd ruined his enjoyment of the film because I'd been constantly talking and texting on my phone throughout.... I had done no such thing, I'm never the person that talks in the cinema, and my phone was in my bag!
I tried so hard to put him straight, even turned to the people behind me for back up, but he just wouldn't have it.

I know that for the rest of his life he will have that story in his head, the woman that ruined The Hobbit... AND I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT.

I flew out to see a friend of mine in Finland, on the plane a woman took my window seat, ok that’s fine only an hour... and I got then aisle seat. I had a vegan meal, and the stewardess leant over and asked her if she was me, she said she was! And took my vegan meal! She then swapped with me because is was bread and salad and fruit and she had something fancy! She was going to eat my food. Grrrr! Then as soon as we were going to get off the plane she developed perfect English! (She was Finnish but didn’t understand “you are in my seat “)

My ( much older) sister would not allow me to have poppies in my wild flower bouquet when I was 5 years old as we posed for a photograph because the colour "clashed with my red dress".
Even saltier at my mother for forcing me to pull the flowers from my posy and throw them away.

My ds was not chosen for a street dance show at school. He was the only boy. When I mentioned it to the teacher, she said she thought he wouldn’t want to! I was so stressed at the injustice. Anyway, the show was not great due to a couple of girls at the front being out of sync so I learnt not to get stressed over these things because it turned out it was good that he was not in it!

@Sparklesocks that’s awful, I feel so aggrieved for your 7 year old self!

1) I was never allowed a Cadbury slot machine

My sister had one.

Those machines were GREAT!

That, aged about 6, I won tickets to go and see a pantomime on ice (can't remember which one) in a competition on the back of a cereal box and I couldn't go because I had a cold

My old maths teacher from Juniors school. I was 10 years old. Maths wasn’t admittedly my favourite subject but I was pretty good at it, not too of my class, not in the middle. One Friday I was unwell, I went back in on the Monday, the bitch caught up with me to say I was faking my illness to get out of going to maths.
I saw her in a supermarket a few years ago, still with her sour face. I’d loved to have told her I worked in banking 😂 just to cheer her up.

When I was accused of copying in maths when I was about 5.
No way did I need to copy - I went on to get a maths degree.

And in a similar vein, when I was about 8 or 9 we used to mark each others times tables tests. After 2 weeks of not getting full marks, I kept a separate copy of my answers on the next page so I was able to prove the girl marking had altered my answers to make them wrong.

School trip to Holland in the last year of primary school. We arrived in Amsterdam and were allowed to go off in groups of 3 (seems absolute madness now at 10/11), and were told to return to the coach at 2pm.

I somehow got separated from my two friends and happily mooched about on my own ... bumped into a group of 3 boys from school and they said "oh have you heard we're allowed back later now, it's 3pm", so off I went, returning to the coach at 3pm to be met by raging teachers, one of whom made me stand at the front of the coach and apologise to the whole group for keeping them waiting and making them late. They wouldn't listen to any explanation and I remember slinking into my seat and crying feeling very homesick.

When i told my mum that I'd lost my biscuit for morning break, and she said that she'd seen me take it out, look at it in disgust and then throw it on the floor.

I had done absolutely no such thing. It was over fifty years ago now and I STILL wonder why she made that up about me.

This was late 70s, so obv no mobiles.

I will never forget that I wasn't allowed to wear makeup to school until year 11 but my younger sister was allowed to wear makeup at the same time as me. She was two school years below me.

Also, I have always been in various school choirs but I have always been very shy. When I was 14/15, we were preparing for a school play and one of the music teachers called me to one side to get me to sing a song I had never heard before. I gave it a go and he said that we could practise it some more another time. A few weeks passed, I asked if I was still getting to do the solo. He had given it to someone else. I was heartbroken; I thought I had finally been recognised.

When I took my GSCE Music, I got to stand up in front of everyone and perform my song after a week or so of practise. I knew the whole thing (also on guitar, not just singing). I bloody aced it. Loved seeing the shock on my teachers' faces, as well as those who bullied me. Just because someone is shy doesn't mean they should be passed over for opportunities!

Gosh, I feel so much better for getting that off my chest

At Brownies one week we had a "shine your shoes" competition. I spent FOREVER polishing my shoes so they shone like they were brand new. Bloody Melanie won - she had patent leather ones! So unfair.

When my parents were sorting out their house for renting (Mum was a vicar and they were moving into a vicarage) all the crap my brother and I still had at their house was put into boxes for us. Except for what appeared to be a bit of old cement/concrete rock that had been on my windowsill which got thrown away. It was a piece of the Berlin wall. I was gutted. (My Mum did apologise when I told her what it was though, she said she didn't realise.)