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

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Going to the corner shop for some custard creams

Tiny paddling pools in yours and your neighbours garden that you spend the summer running between.
supermarket choc ices or ice pops.
going to the garage/corner shop for sweets.
this will date me - pogs, yo-yos, Pokémon cards, and other playground trends.
getting really tough soles of your feet from walking on gravel and hot tarmac and having to build them up again the following year. The first time you walked on gravel every summer and wincing but knowing it’d be easier soon!
Perhaps not universal, but for me the turn of the year through church services (Easter, harvest, remembrance, Christmas) is very nostalgic of my childhood. I am no longer religious but some aspects of an Anglican service will always bring me back to being 10, especially belting out a hymn and listening to my dad doing it 10 times louder next to me!

never heard of a kerbie, going to have to read back for what that means!

All the comments about sitting in the car at the beach while the rain comes down, eating sandwiches is genuinely making me nostalgic, lol. So funny how so many of us had the same childhood.

Penny sweets - fruit salad, black jacks and strawberry postman pats. 100 for £1.00.

The Raccoons and Live and Kicking on BBC1 on Saturday mornings.

@HeadDeskHeadDesk I reckon we're about the same age, and I also love gypsy tart.

CRACKERJACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Sitting on the beach in a cheap imitation cagoule. Fishfingers

Top of the Pops every Thursday. Taping your favourite songs from the radio and hating it when the DJ talked over the end, Steve Wright was the worst for that.
Cycling or walking everywhere as nobody had two cars and the dads all used them to get to work.

As an ‘outsider’ (didn’t grow up here) I think:
Going to the beach in the cold wind and rain
School jumpers
Wrapping up pieces of birthday cake in a napkin (WHY?! It’s stuck to the tissue!)
School nativities
Reading Holes/Charlotte’s Web/Goodnight, Mr Tom in school (I did this 30yrs ago and my DS has done it now)
Rounders

Blackberry picking in the late summer holidays enjoying the last of the warm sun.

The smell of sizzling burgers and hotdogs with the electronic sound of arcade games and that camel racing thing that every sea front seemed to have. Also being stared down and chased by the biggest red eyed seagull you ever saw as it tried to steal your food.

rolling in the fresh cut grass and ending up like the hulk, then building a grass fort and having a grass fight. Then playing rounders and praying you didn’t get picked last!

Getting excited by snow even though it melted after two hours.

Hailstones at Easter.

The smell of frazzled raw turnip every Halloween (maybe that is just the north of Ireland, to be fair).

@DriveMeCrazy1974 Oh god yes the embarrassment of a school friend seeing me queue with my mum at jumble sales was excruciating. It wasn’t about vintage in those days, it just meant you were poor.

My mum would never go anywhere on her own so I was dragged to jumble sales and into town when she had to pay the HP payments on just about everything we had. My childhood was basically school Mon-Fri, Saturday accompanying my mum on her ‘errands’ and Sunday bloody church and Sunday School!

Mr. Kipling Country Slices were the ultimate picnic treat in our family.
Normal it was a Club, Penguin, or Viscount after tea on Sunday, which was usually the aforementioned salad with vinegary beetroot.

Being looked after by my Gran and her friend Jim (with the hat)
Bag of chips from the chippie with lashings of vinegar and salt.
Getting all excited about going on the overnight train to London.
School assemblies at primary school
Sitting on the bench outside the pub waiting for a packet of crisps to be brought out.
Eating cheese on toast in front of the fire on a cold Sunday afternoon
Gran's Sunday roasts.with home made Yorkshire puddings and apple pie.
Sitting on the back doorstep shelling peas

Getting sand scraped agonisingly off your legs as you screamed.

Getting sand scraped agonisingly off your legs as you screamed.

And that crackly orange plastic paper it came wrapped in!

Tinned mandarins on a cheesecake made from a Green’s box mix

Being dosed with a big pink bottle of bismuth from the chemist for everything from stomach upsets to broken arms.

Sounds painful. I do remember getting slathered in pink camomile lotion by my mum in the summers, I don’t think sun cream was a thing back then so sunburn was common. (I get my skin checked just in case now).

Yes. I was also friends with several Scotland Yard detectives.
I helped them solve lots of serious crimes.

Having a choc ice for pudding.

You knew you were properly ill if you got a bottle of Lucozade, with the creaky orange plastic wrapping, usually drunk while watching the schools' TV programmes on your tiny TV and feeling a tiny bit naughty if they were the ones for the older classes.

I remember being sent to the chip shop with £1 to get enough chips for the entire family and my nan round the corner, and knocking for my friend to walk up with me so we could get sweets with the change.

Going out in the car on sunny Sundays with parents, brother and nan and parking up, usually in the New Forest, mum putting up the deck chairs and dad trying to light the camping stove to put the kettle on which usually took what seemed like an hour to actually boil to make the tea.

Oh happy childhood days ... 😆