The thing I remember most about my childhood is the insufferable boredom at weekends:
Being left in a pub garden/car park with a packet of crisps or a lemonade, with someone coming out to check on me every so often.
Being dragged round MFI at Wembley or Brentford Nylons (we were classy) for hours.
Visiting aging relatives who had brown sitting rooms and biting dogs and having to sit on horrid greasy sofa not even being allowed to read "because it's rude and we don't see Aunt Aydel very often".
Sitting on aging relative's brown sofa while parents got drunk with aging relative and having to spend the night on the brown sofa as they were incapable of driving home.
I am an only child so had no siblings to relieve the boredom.
Mine have weekends full of riding, going to park, having friends over and being allowed to take books or games when we visit relatives. So boredom rarely kicks in.