What's something that absolutely screams ‘British childhood’ to you?’

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Going to the corner shop for some custard creams

Doing agadoo

Cheddar cheese sandwiches that taste of the warm plastic margarine tub they’ve been stored in. Eaten in the back seat of the car. While the rains drums down in the car park.

School uniform 🙄. Scratchy blazer, polyester skirt, acrylic jumpers.

Oh, one more thing, getting up early to go on a daytrip from Oxford to Southsea beach. Watching the hovercrafts, being fascinated by the noise of them! Paddling in the freezing cold sea and getting chips on the way home - happy days!

School uniforms drying on radiators and clothes horses by the fire.
Picking dandelions and blowing the seeds
Watching The Snowman at Christmas
Getting excited by two inches of snow that lasts three hours
Being completely unphased by a bit of rain while outdoors
Biscuits. Lot of biscuits
Orange squash
Spaghetti hoops
Chicken nuggets
Fish fingers

Yes! and the macarena!

Sooty and Sweep. Taking the empty 'Corona' bottles back to the shop to get the deposit back. The eleven plus. Direct grant grammar schools.

Arctic roll. Findus crispy pancakes

I used to then I treated my kids to a lolly, almost £4 each! We used to get a small clotted cream cone for 25p when I was young!

I remember when Sunny Delight came out, there was so much marketing around it, for a bloody soft drink. It was weird. They were acting like it was some new elixir they'd found. Every second advert on TV. Leaflets through every door on my street. So odd.

Mr Whippy icecream

It looks as if my mistake was having carless parents. It's surprising how little shelter the lee of a cliff or sand dune provides.

The pop man

My 40 year old husband still adores a findus crispy pancake 😂my kids won't touch them!

School hymns
School uniform

Romping about the Moors and woods.
Making dens
Street wide water fights/man hunt/40-40 in
Taking a packed lunch, bottle of squash and only coming home when the street lights came on.
Tea pot on the wood burner and constant cups of tea over winter.

Oh, the Corona lorry coming round on a Friday evening! My nan and gramp always bought us Cherryade, Dandelion and Burdock, Lemonade, Lime and Orange - I have never tasted cherryade as lovely as the Corona stuff. Then, being able to take the bottle back to a shop to get 10p for it!

Getting up really early to go on holiday to Cornwall and sitting in the back of the car in height order, held in place by all the camping gear that won't fit in the boot.

Waiting for the pop man to deliver
Deposits for taking pop bottles back to the shop (and hunting on building sites etc for said bottles)
Nylon sheets and nighties that sparked with static electricity getting into bed
Jumble sales with mum, excited about finding stuff that fitted me
Jelly teddies, 4 for 1/2p
Beano, dandy, Bunty, Mandy
Bod
Mr Ben
Jackanory
Playschool
Magpie
Mum going to the liberal club
Mum walking 6 of us a couple of miles to go to the Kwiksave (big pram, 2 at the back, 2 smaller at the front with the eldest 2 walking)
Scouse for tea

70s child here.

Eating ice cream on a pebbly beach in the rain

Going to Tenby for a week in a caravan in the Summer holidays . Playing Bingo and the slot machines in the Amusement Arcade .
Fish n chips walking around the harbour.

The Test Card on telly.
Waiting for the valves to warm up when you switched telly on.
2 channels - BBC and ITV.
The Wooden tops, Andy Pandy, Watch with Mother

In winter the bedroom net curtains being frozen to the window INSIDE as no heating in bedrooms at all.

They're boring now! We bought some a while back and they are pretty tasteless - plus, they don't turn hard in the oven (although that could have been the way they were cooked in the late 70s/early 80s!). I always loved the minced beef ones!

yes, and then oh the middle-class angst when somebody thought to look at the ingredients list it was revealed that it wasn't a healthy drink after all

Going to boarding school
Three channels on TV
War films and cowboy films on TV on a Saturday/Sunday afternoon
Dr Who, and hiding behind the sofa
Afternoon tea - always chocolate cake
Earl Grey

Being "known" by locals and the community. The bloke who owned the newsagents. The postmaster and postmistress. The milkman.
Our local post office and newsagents next to my primary school were owned by the same people for the entirety of my childhood and young adulthood, and no, I don't live in a tiny village. We never socialised but they knew me, they would tell me off if I was messing around and say hello to me by name every time I went in.

These days places seem to change hands every five minutes and no one is friendly or says hello.

Sorry, that's probably nostalgia rather than uniquely British!