Random childhood stuff you have no explanation for.

[Wheelchairbarbie]

This can be either something that a lot of us will remember like "where did white dog poo go", or something specific that happened that you can't explain.

Maybe we can also all explain each others wired stuff!

I'll start. How come most people I know remember that now and then a random dog would get into the school playground and just run around and everyone would get excited and run to the windows? Where did these random dogs come from, were there just more strays back then?

My kids haven't experienced this at all.

We had one!

When our pet rabbit died, my dad wrapped him in newspaper and put him on the coal bunker awaiting burial. I was about 3.5, and my mum said he’d gone to heaven. But I could see his little foot sticking out from his shroud on the coal bunker.

For a long time, I thought going to heaven meant you’d be going to a coal bunker. I couldn’t understand why Sunday school made such a big deal about heaven when it was just a coal bunker.

Does anyone know anyone who actually got their head flushed down a toilet? This was the rumour that went about when you started secondary school but I never heard of it actually happening.

A dog wandered into my kids’ school recently- there was a big conversation about it. One of the children told the others about how it stood at the side door for ages, as if it knew ‘that’s the door you’re not allowed go into’. It apparently wandered the corridors, was shooed out, then wandered around the yard as one of the classes did pe. The excitement at something so everyday really was lovely!!

I remember taking a square flask of juice into school and putting it in a crate outside for playtime. This was in the 80s. Also, there was a lot of milk drinking!

We had an escaped bull in our school playground once and had to stay indoors.

My brother and I would count VW beetles, or Herbies as well called them, after the movie franchise.

If driving in the bush, we would beg mum or dad to beep the horn so we could count how many resting kangaroos would pop their heads up above the grass line. Fun times.

We used to play a game called “elastics” - lots of rubber bands looped together to make a huge one and two girls would stand at each end with it stretched around their ankles and we’d take it in turns to do an elaborate jumping routine inside, outside and on top of the elastic with an accompanying chant.

Also we would use a long piece of washing line for a skipping game. One girl would take each end to “twine” the rope and the rest would join, one by one, until the whole group was skipping. “All in together girls, never mind the weather girls” (can’t remember the rest).

”Hot OXO” might have been a peculiarity of my mum. If you’d been ill, as you were starting to recover, you’d be offered a “hot oxo” - essentially a beef oxo cube dissolved in boiling water.

I was an elastics queen.

”England Ireland Scotland Wales. Inside outside monkey’s tails”

@CeliaCanth ours was

All in together girls
Never mind the weather girls
When is your birthday
Please jump in
January, February etc

And youd jump in your birthday month. And end up with every one jumping by December.

Also
One girl starts jumping
'Mothers in the kitchen doing a bit of stitching. In comes a burglar '(new girl in) 'and out goes she' (Original girl out)

Im sure the chants all had the same basic tune...

@TheCandidPoetOr getting “a leg and a wing to see the king” one person at each hand and foot and being swung

@Wheelchairbarbiemy kids always thumped at yellow cars. My daughter and her fiancé still do it. My kids used to really thump each other hard, so I remember it usually being followed by ‘Mum!! Tell him/her!!’😂

My mother used to buy me these transfer type things, you’d have a flat scene that would fold open like a book and a page of little sticker type things that you’d have to use a coin to rub over where you wanted to place the sticker. I remember always asking for one when she went to town. I’d either have one of those or one of the ‘Read it Yourself’ books.

There is a photo in our family album of 2 of my sisters at a Pontins Holiday Park, early 1970’s. They were aged about 6 and 7, and were pictured standing mere inches away from a fully grown chimpanzee! I think it was wearing a collar and lead, but nevertheless! (They did look a bit scared, tbf!)

I absolutely loved those transfer thingys! Also the books with a cardboard printed doll. You had to cut out paper clothes shapes, with tabs on to bend over and hang different outfits over her shoulders.

That's so wholesome

And you don’t see men with little bits of toilet paper stuck to their chins where they cut themselves shaving.

I still do this now…it’s like a compulsion that I cannot stop rather than something I actively enjoy!

I did the car number plate spotting too. Many years ago the new plates came out around the beginning of August and I’d look out for them. My dad didn’t have a car or drive , but he seemed to like me pointing out other people’s new cars whilst we waited for public transport! It was a big thing back then for the showrooms to sell the latest cars and a race for people to have the first ones on the road!

My friend had a similar thing where her dad “took the hamster to heaven” (ie went to the tip probably) and when he came home he brought them a chippy tea. So after that she always imagined heaven was at the chip shop… fair I reckon.

We used to do mini and yellow car. Was looking at a picture of me on a summer holiday with a friend when I was 16/17 and I've got a massive bruise on my arm from the game

P reg was the first one I remember! And that there was no Q plate, went straight to R. Exciting times!

Me too.