Memories of growing up

pikachucheeks

I just thought this would be a bit of fun!

I was thinking about memories I had of my childhood today and I figured I should post them, to give you guys a laugh

So, feel free to share; most embarrassing memory, proudest moment, earliest memory ... whatever comes to mind

[my parents tell everyone this one, so I might as well!] 1. I was in Dublin Zoo as a small child. I was in the petting corner, in with the goats. Toddling round, I picked up from the ground what I presumed to be a Malteaser. It wasn't! Realised pretty quickly what it was and spat it out, crying my eyes out.


2. I was told this from my parents ... and his! ; Growing up, my best friend was a boy who lived near me. His parents and mine were also great friends. One day, we were left playing in a room in his house. The parents all came in to check on us. I was standing there in a vest and my knickers. He was standing there wearing my dress, with his actual clothes strewn all over the floor. He insisted that I'd forced him to put it on!

3. My grandparents and parents went out one night, leaving me in the company of this woman my granny had arranged to babysit. I was scared of my grandparents' house so I asked the babysitter to sit in my room while I slept and made sure no one came in and that I was kept safe. Woke up to find her leaving the room, she told me she needed a cup of coffee. I woke up about half an hour later, and she still wasn't back ... so I crept downstairs, marched into the kitchen, hands on hips, and asked her to explain herself and why she'd lied to me! I was about six at the time!

redapple

My most embarrasing one was when I was probably about 7 or 8 or 9 I really cant remember. We had a school variety show type thing. I had prepared a piano piece which went fine ( a really simple tune) but my teacher had also roped me into singing a song solo. I was too shy to say no. I think it was “Sitting on a swing, rocking to and fro..” repeated. A really simple little nursery rhyme.

The piano started I was up on stage and I just froze. The piano teacher started the intro three times, I was promted from the principal but could only let out the quietest first line in a broken voice before I ran off crying and everyone clapped. Morto!

The Big Red Button

I was sent to dancing lessons when I was three, and was dancing with my class in the annual show. I'd been dressed in a leotard and tutu, but hadn't got a good look at them before I went on stage. So I decided to take them off to see them - I did a striptease there on stage in front of the packed theatre ... yup, I started my career at an early age! My parents were mortified

Another time I was rather taken by the monkeys in Dublin zoo and decided I wanted to be one, my neighbours rang the parents to tell them I was dancing naked on the windowsill of an upstairs bedroom, they were afraid I was going to fall right through the glass!

I'm seeing a pattern here with the nudity ...

Otis Driftwood

That Dublin Zoo one is class PC.

Some things that my Mother likes to remind me of.

When I was 2,I was a fecker for climbing out of my cot early in the morning so to allieviate this Mum put the bars up to their highest.This didnt stop me,I literally broke 2 bars in of the cot and climbed through.

As a toddler I had a penchant for eating butter dipped in flour.

Around the same time I was using the potty and Mum noticed my pee was purple in colour.Being a young mother she feaked out and sent Dad to get the doctor(no home phone at that time)The doctor raced over to examine me but was completly stumped as he had never seen anything like this.As it turned out,I had been in the fridge and had decided to drink the juice out of a jar of beetroot.

Aged about 5 I tried to steal my parents car,I actually managed to get it started but luckily it wasnt in gear at the time or I would have crashed into the front of the house.

Its a wonder they didnt strangle me.

BlackandGold

Wrote about this in my English Leaving Cert along with other memories and ended up getting an A1!!

When I was 4, I sang "Que Cera" at the local town hall on stage at Xmas. Santa was there and everything. However I got slightly confused with the words and sang "Kiss your arse your arse" but my mum reckons that nobody could understand my babyish voice anyway!! Was well pleased. I remember walking off the stage and getting a bottle of orange and packet of crisps!!

When I started school in Junior infants, I asked the teacher "Where is the bed?" as I used to always go for a nap around 2pm and wasn't used to staying up until 3!!

My uncle when he was about 3, managed to swallow an inch nail/screw! Luckily it came out in his nappy!

pikachucheeks

nedtheshed wrote: »

Aged about 5 I tried to steal my parents car,I actually managed to get it started but luckily it wasnt in gear at the time or I would have crashed into the front of the house.

My granny's dog did that one time! She went into the shop, when she came back her car was crashed into a new car someone had just driven off from a car dealership with

No idea what happened, the dog managed to move the hand-break and the car drove into the other one hahha!

I also remember my mum bringing me to her friend's house and playing mummies and daddies with one of her sons.
He cornered me in his room and was like "If you want to play the game right, you have to kiss me! because mummies and daddies always kiss"

ecaf

Dublin zoo seems to be a classic place to mortify your parents!
Once we visited the zoo and looking in at 'Henry' the hippo I exclaimed at the top of my voice: "We have one like him at home, don't we mammy?". Of course I meant Henry the hippo money box that Ulster bank were doing at the time. She still tells this and how mortified she was as people were looking around!

I also apparently circled a group of Arabs in a bank while on holidays in London once. On returning to my mum in the queue (obviously I had heard the word Siekhs - as in the religion that wear turbans, but was confused about the arabian head dress, think its called keffiyeh), anyway I said to her "I know why they called them Siekhs, its because they wear sheets on their heads". I think my mum just pretended I wasn't there at that stage!

Must have a knack at embarrassing my mum! Although in teenage years she more than returned the favour! :rolleyes:

Otis Driftwood

pikachucheeks wrote: »

I also remember my mum bringing me to her friend's house and playing mummies and daddies with one of her sons.
He cornered me in his room and was like "If you want to play the game right, you have to kiss me! because mummies and daddies always kiss"

Ha ha ha ha ha,what a legend.

Wibbs

When I was very young 5 or so, I marched up to this tall black bloke, the first I had ever seen and asked him for his autograph as I thought he was one of the Harlem Globetrotters basketball team.:o He was cool about it and cracked up laughing. I do remember his girlfriend/wife glaring at me though.:D

Snowie

I ate worms
I ate lots of other things I shouldn't of eatin :pac:
I banged my head knocked my two front teeth out, got bit my dog's fell of bikes
When i was a crawling my mums friend put a glass of rum down on the floor I drank that slept like a dead person
I used to bite people
Thats all i can think off right now... there will be more

minidazzler

My Cousin hung me when I was 6.

We were playing hangman on the swingset, I didn't get the word, she kicked the milk crate I was standing on. Good job Mammy was in the kitchen at the time and saw it happen.

I remember being 5 and getting in my first fight in school (my first of many) with a fella who is now a friend actually, I lost, the teacher asked what happened and why it started, I lied. I lied very well. This was the first memory of me lying, but definitely not the last. It started a long career of lying and getting away with it. Which I have mostly given up now, except when I have to lie!

pikachucheeks

Wibbs wrote: »

When I was very young 5 or so, I marched up to this tall black bloke, the first I had ever seen and asked him for his autograph as I thought he was one of the Harlem Globetrotters basketball team.:o He was cool about it and cracked up laughing. I do remember his girlfriend/wife glaring at me though.:D

Haha

I was waiting at a set of traffic lights with my mum when I was about four. This black girl came along, think she was about 10 or 11. I'd never seen cornrows before, so I reached up and pulled her hair, to see what they were and what they felt like

At another set of lights, my mum put out her hand and told me to hold her hand crossing the road. I said "No, I can hold my own hand!" and stomped across the road doing just that! Haha!! :pac:

TriceMarie

When I was 6 I was "like a little hells angel" on my bike
and one time there was a neighbour (who was a tool anyway) in a car behind me who beeped the horn at me,
so I turned around and gave him my middle finger,which the adults thought was hillarious

When I was like 4,I was in my older brothers school while we were collecting him.
I was looking into the pond and ended up falling in,
and I started to cry shouting "DID I SWALLOW FISH???:eek::eek: OH NOO!"
lol


My da and brothe used to teach me things,
one of them being the crooked man rhyme...
except they had me say:
"There was a fu*ked man
Who had a fu*ked house..."
etc..


My ma actually thought up until about a year ago that I just couldnt pronounce it properly lol

IvyTheTerrible

I remember when I was about 3, one of the nextdoor neighbours (considerably older) kids feeding me berries (poisonous ones). I put them in my mouth cos he told me they were sweeties. I distinctly remember the horrible taste and thinking "these aren't nice sweeties" and running in crying to my mum with all the berries coming out of my mouth. My mum went mad!

I also remember in baby infants, one lunchtime I had to go back inside the school to get my lunch, and one of the older boys (about 7) wouldn't let me past in the corridor unless I gave him a kiss (aparently he was doing this with all the girls). I kicked him in the legs and told him I wasn't kissing any smelly boy!

Busi_Girl08

Mum told me this one.
I was about 2 at the time, and we were all in the kitchen while mum was making breakfast. I saw her putting some sausages on the pan, and I wanted to help, so I went off to look for more sausages...in the garden .
Somehow, I managed to bring in a big fat slug, and mum put it on the pan, cooked it...and ended up serving it to me . Mum quickly realised that something wasn't right...

Also, I went through a phase when I was 4, where I thought my name consisted of my first name...and my age. One day I got lost in Dunnes (I did that alot), ended up at the customer service desk, and the rather confused woman spoke into the tannoy system "Will the mother of a young girl named "Aoife...four" please come to the service desk please?"
Thank god mum was well aware of my wackiness

When I was in Junior Infants I also had a tendancy to fling my sandwiches across the room aswell. They were wrapped in cling film, and I swung it round my head, like playing that "Helicopter" game, and then a blast of Brennans and Shaw's ham went sailing through the air. How I never got caught/in trouble for it I will never know...

I have also seem picture evidence of me, around a 18 months old, running up to some random boy my age at a bar or something, and trying to kiss him...:o

Precocious little scap, wasn't I?

Beetlebum

I used to eat raw sausage from the pack. My mom told me she found me one day sat in front of the fridge half way through a string of granbey sausies..

I used to eat Flora out of the tub with a spoon..

I fell of a swing once and cut my arm quite badly. My mom got some iodine to clean the wound. She said she turned her back for one minute to get the cotten wool and when she turned back my face was all purple/brown. I had drank the bottle of iodine!

I once covered my face in shaving foam and tried to be macho like my Dad (I'm a girl) and picked up his razor and proceeded to tear my chubby little cheek apart. I'm left with a pretty cool scar though!

spinandscribble

at the first assembly of the year with all the classes and parents my principal said "welcome our new babys from baby infants".
i got up on my chair and roared and pointed at him, "we're not babies, we don't wear nappies, seeee??!!" as i dropped my pants with hands on hips. then i stared him down as everyone laughed and he apologised. my cousins pretended they weren't related to me until the sixth class girls deemed me "cool". stick it to the man!

another time when i was like three my mom ha accidently locked herself out of the door. she was screaming at me to drag the chair over and open the door. apparently i nodded, smiled and dragged the chair to the fridge and got the icecream out and sat there eating it until dad arrived home, all the time laughing at her.

i also was a very drunk little flowergirl who drank the ends of pints and flashed everyone my knickers repeatedly and ran away, took them ages to find me as i was asleep until a table.

i had a thing for running around naked when guests arrived.

lots of running around the classroom with my pants down "coz theres no loo roll and i don't wanna durty me knicks".

metaoblivia

When I was 4, I attended a pre-school during the day while my parents worked and my brother went to primary school. I was a really ugly little kid - very chubby, short hair, no neck, HUGE chipmunk cheeks. I kind of looked like a little boy, not a little girl, and my parents called me "Smitty" cause I looked kind of tough. But I always insisted on wearing pink frilly dresses - the more frills and lace the better!

The pre-school had a bully and his name was Tyler. He would go around the play area and steal toys from the other children. So on one particular day, Tyler decided to try and take my toys. And Tyler ended up on the floor after I punched him in the face.

When the head teacher told my mom about "the incident" at the end of the day, she (the head teacher) was trying not to laugh. I did get disciplined by the school for punching Tyler, but not very severely because they felt that Tyler provoked the situation.

And here's a pic of me in my Smitty days. I was a bit older than I am in this picture, but not much!

SeekUp

^^Pfft, that does not an ugly little kid make.

When I was little, I used to think it was the best thing to have my older brother drag me around the house on my back while holding my ankles.

One time he was running around and I was hysterically laughing, as usual, until he turned a corner and whacked the side of my head into a wall. I started screaming bloody murder (more from being scared than actually being hurt); he was scared as well, and brought me to my mother, who proceeded to freak out. Once she figured out that my head wasn't split open, she banned our little activity.

Man, I'd forgotten all about that one . . .

IvyTheTerrible

SeekUp wrote: »

^^Pfft, that does not an ugly little kid make.

When I was little, I used to think it was the best thing to have my older brother drag me around the house on my back while holding my ankles.

One time he was running around and I was hysterically laughing, as usual, until he turned a corner and whacked the side of my head into a wall. I started screaming bloody murder (more from being scared than actually being hurt); he was scared as well, and brought me to my mother, who proceeded to freak out. Once she figured out that my head wasn't split open, she banned our little activity.

Man, I'd forgotten all about that one . . .

I wonder why?!

jigglywoo

I don't remember this but when I was still in nappies there was some confusion between my parents about my dad looking after me while mam went to granny's house and my dad thinking mam had brought me out to granny's house.
Instead I wasn't at home nor granny's house but was later found in the next housing estate in a vest and nappy

When I was five I asked my neighbour "If a girl dog is a b*tch is a boy dog a b*stard?"

When I was in play school there was a boy following me around so I got angry, turned around and pushed him down two steps

I loved eating raw white pudding from the fridge, I'd nibble the top of it flat so it wouldnt have chunky bite marks.

blondie7

i was about 4 and we were in bargaintown in the city, i was walking behind my mum and some poor litltle boy about th same age started following me, i turned around and roared at im to "stop following me" the whole shop eurupted into laughter. my parents just love that story :mad:

twanda

My first trip to the cinema was a memorable one. The movie was Mary Poppins. I remember tugging at the hair of the woman sitting in front of me and asking my mother ''what's that? A mop?'' I got some fright when the mop turned round and had a face! I remember my mother apologising profusely.

I also remember when I was in senior infants I insisted on dressing myself for school one morning but forgot to put on knickers. Only noticed it when I sat down on the COLD bench in class My mother had to bring me back home LOL

I remember finding some weird 'white stones' in the garden and bringing them in to show my mother. Turned out to be very old dog s**t.

sillyputty

When i was anout 3 i got separated from my father in a Tesco, not knowing my fathers name i shouted "DADDY" at the top of my lungs, about 6 men turn around and luckily one was my father.

My mam recently found a wee notebook i used to write notes to her in, the first page says "ill write in the front you reply on the back and one day we'll meet in the middle". In one of the notes im really angry because she wouldn't buy me a football.

Will

My first memory of school was sitting in junior infants, some girl who i called caoimhe agilae (not her real name im sure) anyway there was one of those toy telephones about. She used to beat me with it, my parents still laugh cos I'd always give out about her. She left the school i think.

Was very attached to my father when i was younger, he taught me to play hurling and used to take me on great long cycles and walks. very early memories of him teaching me how to hold a hurl.

When I was good I used to be given kinder eggs as a reward, used to go bananas for them. I still sneak an odd one in every now and again.

First song i ever remember hearing is Enya, sail away in the kitchen of my old house. sat on the cold floor and listened to it, was brilliant. Still love the song.

SeekUp

sillyputty wrote: »

When i was anout 3 i got separated from my father in a Tesco, not knowing my fathers name i shouted "DADDY" at the top of my lungs, about 6 men turn around and luckily one was my father.

My friend and I quickly learned that one; when my mom got "lost", I used to shout, "Linda!"

4zn76tysfajdxp

Myself and my Mom were at the box office for the ferry out to Aran on one occasion when I was six. Under fives traveled for free so she told the man behind the counter that my younger brother and I were four and five years of age.

"No we're not, we're five and six."

"No, you're four and five" she said while laughing quite awkwardly and talking down to me like I was an idiot. I think she got the discount, probably due to the ticket-sellers indifference more than anything.

pikachucheeks

SeekUp wrote: »

My friend and I quickly learned that one; when my mom got "lost", I used to shout, "Linda!"

I'm twenty and I still shout "mum" or "dad" when looking for my parents

4zn76tysfajdxp

pikachucheeks wrote: »

I'm twenty and I still shout "mum" or "dad" when looking for my parents

Maybe that's why you haven't found them yet.

SeekUp

pikachucheeks wrote: »

I'm twenty and I still shout "mum" or "dad" when looking for my parents

I'm sure all of the other parents who have a daughter look in your direction!

Red Hand

metaoblivia wrote: »

And here's a pic of me in my Smitty days. I was a bit older than I am in this picture, but not much!

Is that a knuckle-duster in your left hand? No wonder you punched him to the floor!:pac:

I remember when I was about 4, our teacher very occasionally had to go home half an hour early for some reason, can't remember why...must have been a family emergency or something. It was a small rural primary school, divided into two rooms with one teacher having about 25 children from ages 9 to 12 and our teacher having about 25 children in the room, from ages 4 to 8. She would put her son in charge of us if she had to go home early, and he was a "big boy" ie someone who was 11 or 12, and from the "older room".

Anyway, I remember him now as a nice fellow who let us play and was always smiling and joking with us whenever he had to watch us, but at the time I had a totally irrational dislike of him. I was a quiet child of 4, but on this occasion I marched up to him, and stamped as hard as I could with my whole body weight down on his foot. I remember him clutching his foot, hopping on one foot and cursing in anger, and me marching proudly back to my desk, job well done.

It was only one of the rare times where I was an evil child.:pac:

skywards

Oh my god, I was hellchild. My first clear memory is being just under 2 and swinging on the furniture, falling, and cracking my chin/face open on the floor. I haven't gotten any more graceful since then....*blush*

save_our_socks

God theres so many.....the funny ones seem to be the ones I dont remember.....

Parents were pretty disappointed that my first word wasn't the classic mama or dada...twas dirty, which resulted in everything and everyone being "dirty", including the black man in front of my me and my mother in the queue one day....:o

Also supposedly I used to frequently relieve myself in my neighbours back garden when I was 1 and a bit...my mother used to boast at how proud she was that I was potty trained at such an early age....

The ones I do remember is stealing knickers from the washing lines of neighbours and jumping across the stream to the neighbouring farm to "dress" the cabbages.

Or our secret trips to the castle, which resulted in competitions to see who could touch the farmers electric fence for the longest.

Not much childhood but about 11 years ago, v.early teens, getting hit with a golf club while down in the gaeltacht for the weekend with school, sliced my chin open, eye lid, bust up my eye, lost the ability to speak english due to the shock....it was embarressing enough to deal with without having it announced by our year head at the Monday morning school assembly......oh the shame.

Red Hand

save_our_socks wrote: »

God theres so many.....the funny ones seem to be the ones I dont remember.....

Parents were pretty disappointed that my first word wasn't the classic mama or dada...twas dirty, which resulted in everything and everyone being "dirty", including the black man in front of my me and my mother in the queue one day....:o

Also supposedly I used to frequently relieve myself in my neighbours back garden when I was 1 and a bit...my mother used to boast at how proud she was that I was potty trained at such an early age....

The ones I do remember is stealing knickers from the washing lines of neighbours and jumping across the stream to the neighbouring farm to "dress" the cabbages.

Or our secret trips to the castle, which resulted in competitions to see who could touch the farmers electric fence for the longest.

Not much childhood but about 11 years ago, v.early teens, getting hit with a golf club while down in the gaeltacht for the weekend with school, sliced my chin open, eye lid, bust up my eye, lost the ability to speak english due to the shock....it was embarressing enough to deal with without having it announced by our year head at the Monday morning school assembly......oh the shame.

Jesus, I burst out laughing! You dressing growing cabbages in underpants??? I can't get my head around it.

Though maybe I might if I were a head of cabbage and was about to be dressed in knicke....no, don't go there!

save_our_socks

Jeremiah 16:1 wrote: »

Jesus, I burst out laughing! You dressing growing cabbages in underpants??? I can't get my head around it.

Though maybe I might if I were a head of cabbage and was about to be dressed in knicke....no, don't go there!

Only did it one or twice and we only took granny panties thongs were a bit confusing at that stage.....our visits to the farm were quickly cut short when the farmer met us at the top of the field with his shot gun firing off rounds.....

Red Hand

save_our_socks wrote: »

Only did it one or twice and we only took granny panties thongs were a bit confusing at that stage.....our visits to the farm were quickly cut short when the farmer met us at the top of the field with his shot gun firing off rounds.....

Granny wore panty thongs?:eek:

I guess he was angry at his crop of transvestite cabbages. I know I would be!:pac:

sunflower27

Great thread... the OP made me remember something that happened to me as a kid.

I was in Sydney at a children's zoo called featherdale farm - basically all baby animals. My dad had bought us all a bag of lollies (sweets) and we were near the pen with the ostiches (those big birds that don't fly )

I though it would be a ncie idea to offer a sweet to one of the ostriches a sweet. I opened the bag and the bird came over and fair took the whole bag out of my hand and ran off. I bawled and bawled :p:p:p Didnt get another bag of sweets though :mad::mad::D:D

Weidii

One time on the train with my mam when I was about four there was a bald man opposite us and I pointed to him and asked "Look Mammy, that mans hair is broken"

When I was about eight my little sister was sitting in a box in the kitchen and for some reason I decided to swing a full bag of Rice Krispies around and around. Needless to say it popped, drowning our small kitchen in cereal. My little sister looked like she was sitting in a pool of rice krispies.

allabouteve

I grew up in an isolated rural area. Trips to the big city were pretty rare, and a big adventure when they did happen.

On one trip to the city I saw, aged 6, my very first dwarf.

On the way out of the store, we passed her and I piped up ''Did this happen because you didn't eat all your vegetables?''.

I still remember the glare she gave my mum, and I don't blame her.:o

Jimmy Iovine

Back in senior infants I used to sit beside a girl who was quite good looking. Trying to be as cool as ya like I proceeded to fart quite often for a couple of weeks. Never really worked out. Was heading home one day and we passed her and her father. I looked out the window and she was pointing at me

The first holiday we went on I was about 2 and we were staying in a tent on a campsite, none of that fancy Mallorca for me. I decided itd be great crack to run around and wake everyone up at 5 in the morning. Another time on holidays I had gotten so uncontrollable my parents decided to put me in a dog leash. Have a few photos of me in it have to say I looked fairly cool.

Began learning how to cycle a bike when I was about 6, skipped the whole stabilisers stage and went straight to a fairly gay looking purple big boys bike. After a bit I was allowed out on the street. So was flying up and down anyway and my dad was talking to my neighbour who had stopped tipping away at her flowers. Out of nowhere I came flying down and didnt really know how to stop and all that so went straight through her flowerbed. Couldnt imagine she was too happy.

I was the youngest out of the kids on my street so I used to be the subject of many dares. One time I was told that a lad in of the houses had a pathway leading to Dublin. Which is an awful long way from Kilkenny. Thankfully I wasnt that stupid. Another time I was dared to go up to the toughest lad there and call him a cnut. First of many swears, hadnt a clue what it meant. Also I think I used to say shit a lot when things didnt work out until my mum wisely told me sugar would be a more appropriate word