What kind of childhood did you have?

ejmaztec

During my childhood I had cream thrown over me on a daily basis,
I was pummelled with black cherries and beaten with small shards of chocolate.
It wasn't easy growing up in the gateaux.

Taco Corp

A forgettable one, can't remember most of it.

ValJester

Boring.

Scuid Mhór

an awful one until i hit fourteen.

phasers

Ba dum dum tssshhh

Dr_Phil

Quite communist behind the Iron Curtain, but had it's positives. If only my dad wouldn't die I would consider it to be perfect.

hondasam

Years of therapy to get over it! Thanks for reminding me!

Nailz

Masturbation made it.

orourkeda

The kind of childhood that made me believe that I'd be a productive adult.

How wrong I was.

Aldebaran

ejmaztec wrote: »

During my childhood I had cream thrown over me on a daily basis,
I was pummelled with black cherries and beaten with small shards of chocolate.
It wasn't easy growing up in the gateaux.

I'm sure you'll gateaux-ver it eventually.

Dr_Phil

Nailz wrote: »

Masturbation made it.

orourkeda

Dr_Phil wrote: »

and three fingers up your arse with the other hand

Bobby42

still in therapy so it wasn't that great

stovelid

It was bookended with babyhood and adulthood really.

mikemac

So poor Frank McCourt would take pity on me

OutlawPete

feelingstressed wrote: »

So poor Frank McCourt would take pity on me

Boo hoo, you know what I got for Christmas as a kid. I got a pack of cigarettes.

Old man grabbed me and said: "Hey smoke up Pete!" Okay, so go home and cry to your daddy, don't cry here, okay?

Snakeblood

ejmaztec wrote: »

During my childhood I had cream thrown over me on a daily basis,
I was pummelled with black cherries and beaten with small shards of chocolate.
It wasn't easy growing up in the gateaux.

Sounds like a cakewalk to me.

arybvtcw0eolkf

Mine was pretty tough, I'm not going into it because members of my family post here. Leaving that aside, well...

Growing up in Ballymun, with red hair & freckles you had better be a good fighter and a long distance runner - I was never built for running!.

I left school at 13 and spent most of my teen years hanging around the blocks and the shopping center. This was at the time of the heroin boom I guess you could call it, fairly quickly most of my mates where turning on smack, if there was no smack then it was phy, DF's etc.. any opiate they could cook up and turn on.. Thank God I was terrified of needles.

Lost a lot of friends to it, RIP.

And that was that, drugs, thieving, fighting, joy riding, horses, death, AC/DC, glue, petrol, denim & long hair!.

Sharkey 10

well i lived in the ever expanding D15 so my childhood was full of adventures to the feilds , getting chased by the farmer. Then later on we used to run around building sites aroubd this time of year robbing wood for the bonfire. For some reason counting how many tyres and pallets we had and telling the neighboring estate how many we had while robbing there wood
On weekend days id leave home a 11 and play football till dark.
When i got into my teens we would hang around the blanchardstown center , usually without money.
So i guess i had a good childhood and was not wrapped up in cotton wool

Sea Sharp

All I can remember is roller blades, pogs and premier league stickers. Oh the horror.

mikemac

Driving tractors and heavy machinery on the roads at 12. Licence? Insurance?

Buying old cars and rallying them around fields, pulling handbrake turns around round bales.

Sitting on trailers full of hay for extra weight, bouncing around and dodging tree branches. Quite a drop down to the road below!
Hanging off the back off tractors standing on the hitch by the PTO shaft.

No health & safety back then, well the gardaí would pull you off the road for this nowadays.
Probably for the best

Godsentme

Sea Sharp wrote: »

All I can remember is roller blades, pogs and premier league stickers. Oh the horror.

All I can remember is ....em....naw. its gone...:(

Saila

an interesting one

barbarians

You couldn't call it boring anyway

Sharkey 10

Sea Sharp wrote: »

All I can remember is roller blades, pogs and premier league stickers. Oh the horror.

I done some serious dealing with the stickers during lunch .
Got rid of 5 vinnie jones one day and got united shiny for a paul ince and andy townsend . Should be a car sales man.

strobe

ejmaztec wrote: »

During my childhood I had cream thrown over me on a daily basis,

:eek:

ejmaztec wrote: »

I was pummelled with black cherries and beaten with small shards of chocolate.

ejmaztec wrote: »

It wasn't easy growing up in the gateaux.

Agricola

A good one. Only thing is I thought it would last forever. Sadly, it didnt.

arybvtcw0eolkf

barbarians wrote: »

You couldn't call it boring anyway

Not the way you tell it anyway!.

SuperStarHoney

feelingstressed wrote: »

Driving tractors and heavy machinery on the roads at 12. Licence? Insurance?

Buying old cars and rallying them around fields, pulling handbrake turns around round bales.

Sitting on trailers full of hay for extra weight, bouncing around and dodging tree branches. Quite a drop down to the road below!
Hanging off the back off tractors standing on the hitch by the PTO shaft.

No health & safety back then, well the gardaí would pull you off the road for this nowadays.
Probably for the best

All this brings back great memories, best days of your life as they say, well for me anyway, wish I could have stayed a kid forever.

doolox

I had mixed childhood. Teased by the other kids all the time. I was not protected the adults of the time. 52 years later I have been diagnosed with aspergers syndrome which is a disability with social situations etc.

It makes some sense of an otherwise turbulent and puzzling life.

Still do not understand why children hate differences so much.

My life is much better now.

Terry

Spring, Summer and Autumn were spent playing in the woods. Building forts and the like.
During the Sumer evenings we would raid the local fruit farm for no reason other than divilment. It was a great adrenaline rush, especially for those of us who worked there during the day.

In the run up to Hallowe'en we would hit the two tyre centres. One would give us the old tyres and we just stole them from the other one (the best part was rolling them down the path and ohping that the cops wouldn't show up, which was rare enough as there wasn't a station in Leixlip at the time. Then, when I was about 14 the Lucan cops started to show up more often. The just made it more exciting when you were rolling the big ones and didn't want to lose the honour of bringing such a prize home).

In the Winter we would spend a couple of weeks cutting down almost dead trees in the woods for Christmas logs, nab a trolley from the supermarket and go door to door selling the logs. We would easily pull in about £30 or £40 a night and all we had to buy were some cheap candles and a few tins of snow spray.
Closer to Christmas we would go carol singing. We would cut a 2 litre bottle of milk in half, cover it in wrapping paper and put a sad look on our faces as we held it up after the carols. This too was quite lucrative for Three 10/11/12 year olds.

The forts we build in the woods came in handy when we were 13/14 and the girls joined us in the woods for kiss chasing games.
The girls were really liberated, so by the time we turned 15 the kiss chasing had evolved to ladies choice of "kiss, feel or fúck" when caught.
20 years on and I'm still a virgin.
My childhood sucked.

Latchy

When I saw the thread title it reminded me of that quote by Frank McCourt '' Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood. '':pac:

Now while I could not say my childhood was miserable ,there there are some points in that quote that am sure a lot of Irish people ( post celtic tiger days ) can relate and pick the bones out of that quote .:pac:

I tend to have a romantic view of my childhood growing up in Dublin if only because it's easier on the head and memory to remember the good bits as opposed to the not so good and below would be a quick look back at moine from 5 to about 15 years of age

watching our regular window cleaner who hail rain or shine, never missed a saturday in years , lying in bed listening to church bells ringing out on sunday morning, dreading going to school on wet monday mornings for fear of not having homework '' eccer '' done correctly ,pompous priests and christain brothers , the English and the terrible things they did to us for eight hundred long years, collecting blackberrys on summer afternoons along country fields in south county Dublin ( before disappearing to be replaced by housing estates ) finding grasshoppers and climbing the wellington monument in the Phoenix park , swimming up in the 7th lock canal up near Clondalkin , discovering girls /spin the bottle , day trips up to Newry with school , visting famly friends in co Wicklow and grandparents on their isolated cottage near Mitchelstown co Cork and the smells senses and taste of their food ( butter , bread , milk , eggs ) which was all home produced , Camping and sometimes sleeping in hay barns down in Enniskerry ,visting Kilmainham jail , the museam , art gallery and the zoo ...to name a few places ( for the upteenth time ) pinching apples from orchards , day trips out to Seapoint , Blackrock baths , Portmarnock and Malahide , radio .... discovering the joys of music and the many varietys there were out there ( folk and ballad sessions were popular pastimes at birthdays ) reading for pleasure as opposed to a chore ,discovering later than most kids that '' you weren't to bad at the ol football '' meeting Dubliner Luke Kelly , rejecting somebody who was really lovely .....being rejected ( having to go through pain of one to understand the other ) mums home cooking ( ahhh that smell still lingers ) feeling loved , being told off for some misdemeanor, going to first football match at dalymount park and thinking it was Wembley ( to a small kid it looked like ) discovering at an early age that you could read people /other kids and their auras quite well ( and sometimes they you ) being at one with oneself surroundings and nature ( my romantic spiritual view but also true ) trying to please adults as best I could so as to be excepted more ( only to find no matter what , not all adults are nice and excepting ....wake up call :pac:) building a tree house in a friends back garden which was still there for years afterwards , brothers and sisters ,their likes and dislikes and hearing '' come and get it when the eldest cooked a family meal .....could add much more am sure

barbarians

Colt Rapid Statute wrote: »

Not the way you tell it anyway!.

Domestic problems.
Mum and Dad separated.Mum and Dad divorced.Dad started going out with former babysitter.Dad got babysitter pregnant.

The drama isn't finished yet either.

prinz

The kind of childhood that has made me look back in the years since and wonder how my parents managed it. Raise a glass to them I say.

ascanbe

Jumpers for goalposts, isn't it?

Ghost Estate

In my day, we didnt even have scratch!