What are the little things disappointed you a kid?

freshpopcorn

My aunt told me she was bringing me to the circus and Mcdolnalds She brought me to see the tent from the outside and to Supermacs.

What are the things disappointed you a kid?

I know by the way. This is a terrible thread.

Raconteuse

Not being able to break the tv and take Bosco out.

Rufeo

I'm not sure the things disappointed me a kid.

Ikozma

Nothing disappointed me as a kid tbh, adult disappointments, now that's a thread.

LirW

I was a gullible child and fell for the Disney propaganda. Biggest dream was go to Disneyland.
When I was around 6 my grandma, a first class bint, went into very explicit details on why this place was sh*t when they visited.
Was hugely disappointed and haven't gotten over it to this day.

julyjane

Asking Santa for a Barbie doll but getting Sindy.
Not getting Mr Frosty or a Fashion wheel

partyguinness

Anytime Ireland lost under Jack Charlton- traumatizing.

Watching Ireland losing for the first time v. Holland and then Spain both in 1988 a few months apart. Absolutely gutted.

Gynoid

I got a hair dryer for Christmas as my big present when I still mostly believed, and I was hugely disappointed in Santa's distinct absence of magical thinking.

biko

Finding an ice cream bucket in the freezer
It was full of veggie soup :mad:

banie01

My 1st blowjob...
No matter how much communion wine I gargled...
The taste just wouldn't wash out

odyssey06

I thought Guinness would taste like a canned coke float... I may have mischieviously drained the end of a can one christmas time and yuck no

vriesmays

Waterford in the 1980s.

Ubbquittious

When you tipp ex something, discovering the stuff you wrote still exists below the tipp ex

lucalux

Adults,
Religion,
God,
Tooth Fairy,
Santa Claus,
Society in general,

In that order.
I was an inquistive child, and it did me no good at all really!

Bio Mech

That the elbows and knees on Star Wars figures didn’t bend.

That it took ten minutes to transform some transformers. Not the two seconds it did in the cartoon. Ten whole minutes making that transformy noise.

Silentcorner

Sixmilebridge...I don't think I was ever so disappointed when I eventually passed through it!!

My first fallen tooth fell out in my grandparents house and they played tooth fairy extremely generously by putting a £10 note under my pillow. The next one fell out at home, and I woke up thinking I'd doubled my fortune with
another crisp tenner, but found a pound instead. What a heartsink, I still feel the disappointment when I think about it.

That and finding out the truth about Santa when I was very young.

Samsgirl

Not getting a Mr Frosty from Santa

Sorry about that

The Santa thing got me like a kick in the guts. My Dad said "I've something to tell you; do you know what it might be?" I said "There's no such thing as Santa?" "That's right".
Off I went to bed, and cried and cried. I was 26.
Only jokin, 9.

I wanted "a red car" for Christmas but I got a Tiny Tears doll. I was completely despondent and I never played with it, I never played with any dolls.

But my third birthday was just two months after and I was given a red toy Ferrari, so I forgive them. I actually have no memory of playing with the car either though.

julyjane

Samsgirl wrote: »

Not getting a Mr Frosty from Santa

as some kind of self-compensation I bought a Mr Frosty "for my daughter" about 10 or 12 years ago - now that was a disappointment and I totally understand why Santa thought it wise not to bring me one. Still wouldn't admit that to my parents though

the purple tin

The common theme of not getting something you really wanted for birthday or Christmas.
As I grew up and looked back on it I realised that most of those things were really expensive at the time and my folks didn't have much money to spend on presents. They always did the best they could though.
Quite ashamed to remember that I was a little **** for constantly badgering my Ma for a certain toy, then throwing a tantrum when I got something else.

Raconteuse

Not being able to break the tv and take out the toys featured in ads.

Leg End Reject

My parents went on only one childfree holiday and I was promised a present, the excitement was palpable.

On their return I was ceremoniously presented with a .... pencil case. To this day, I have yet to see an uglier pencil case.

I'm still in therapy.

Your Face

My classmates when I started school.

freshpopcorn

Also when I seven my aunt sent me a girls card for my Birthday!

JupiterKid

Covetously eyeing that colourful biscuit tin up in the kitchen press, finally getting to open it, and...

...just bits and bobs stored in it. No butter biccies!

The absolutely ****e state of the roads in Ireland - compared to the motorways and duallers galore up North when going up to visit my many relatives. I loved motorways, airports and shopping centres as a young child - and was very jealous that pretty much every other Western country had far better roads than we did.

pablo128

I was quite a good speller in school. Imagine my excitement when they announced there was a spelling test with a prize for the winner. It was a car shaped pencil parer, a very fancy looking thing. I knew I had it in the bag tbh. Sure enough, I was announced the victor. Off the teacher went to fetch my prize, only to discover some b0llox was after robbing it. I got some piece of cheap tat instead. I was gutted.

I still remember it 35 years later.

cannotlogin

When the blue part of the eraser tore the page instead of removing biro!

Leg End Reject

cannotlogin wrote: »

When the blue part of the eraser tore the page instead of removing biro!

And I still kept trying, one bitter disappointment after another.

monkeysnapper

Mine was I had got these really cool diamonds out of top of fridge and hid them in a bag in my room ...only to come back later and not only had someone stoll them they poured water in my bag ...

I remember going down stairs and shouting at my sisters who are both 4 and 5 years older than me about what they must have done and getting angrier and angrier as they laughed....

Church on Tuesday

Some of the toys in cereal boxes.

Arghus

Realising on my first day in Primary School that I wasn't going to have a cool locker like I'd seen Kevin, Winnie and Paul use in high school in the wonder years.

Cottoning on to the fact that the father of the guy who sat next to me in senior infants wasn't a "Private Investigator" like he said he was. First time I can remember being clearly BS'ed. That kid could lie for Ireland.

Being too petrified to sit through all of Jurassic Park when it came out in the cinema. Like every other young boy at the time I was obsessed with dinosaurs - my favourite was the Triceratops - and I couldn't contain my excitement for Jurassic Park. My mother brought me, after a lot of lobbying and nagging from me. It felt like the culmination of my life. I was seven, it was probably my second or third time going to the cinema. I wasn't really prepared. I knew I was in trouble during the opening sequence, when was frightened by the noise to the point of being disturbed. I couldn't look at the screen when they were feeding the raptors, even though there's nothing there in that scene, only the suggestion of dinosaurs, all the quick cutting and noise was too much. I chose to look at the guy in the seat behind me instead and I couldn't believe how he just sat there watching all that suggested carnage like an unflinching stone. How was he not scared?

I fully couldn't hack it any longer by the time the T. Rex was showing up in the paddock and I had to beg my mother to bring me outside. We conducted a complex negotiation outside the screen, while the T. Rex roared on inside for what felt like ages, about whether I really wanted to go or did I just need a few moments to get myself together. I hated dinosaurs in that moment. Somehow I managed to have myself talked back into eventually going back inside, where I spent a good proportion of the time spraying hot jets of fearful piss onto my own leg.

Not a good experience, but the real ignominy was having to tell my friends about the film, which I had seen in the cinema and most of them had not. I left out the parts of being terrified and not being able to sit through portions of it, but internally I felt like a fraud.

Tork

Subbutteo. We got that one Christmas thanks to an ad on TV that gave the impression that it was an exciting game. It wasn't.

joeguevara

I was absolutely gutted when I was in London for the first time and finding out Argos wasn’t this massive shop with every game under the sun.

Finding out WWF was fake.

Getting most toys and finding out the ads were lies.

Thinking that the blue side of the red and blue rubber erased ink.

Deja Boo

Gynoid wrote: »

I got a hair dryer for Christmas as my big present when I still mostly believed, and I was hugely disappointed in Santa's distinct absence of magical thinking.

I got an ugly lamp.

teddy_303

being brought to see Santys grave

Plopsu

Raconteuse wrote: »

Not being able to break the tv and take Bosco out.

Do you mean that in a 'dinner and a movie' kind of way or more of a Martin Scorsese way?

Rubberlegs

I asked for a drum for Christmas, by drum I meant drum kit. I got a metal drum on a string to hang around my neck. It wasn't the same.

I remember being extremely disappointed driving through Wellingtonbridge because I had pictured a bridge with wellies all over it.

razorblunt

Finding out wrestling is fake.

I hope Bret Hart knows how nervous I used to get before his matches.
As soon as I saw the backbreaker then elbow from the second rope I knew everything would be ok!

Plopsu

JupiterKid wrote: »

Covetously eyeing that colourful biscuit tin up in the kitchen press, finally getting to open it, and...

...just bits and bobs stored in it. No butter biccies!

The absolutely ****e state of the roads in Ireland - compared to the motorways and duallers galore up North when going up to visit my many relatives. I loved motorways, airports and shopping centres as a young child - and was very jealous that pretty much every other Western country had far better roads than we did.

Must have been a very poor quality of bits and bobs for that to be a disappointment. I loved bit and bobs when I was a kid... and knickknack drawers. Getting up in the attic, where all the old crap was, was like a trip to Narnia. But, I guess everybody's different.

whisky_galore

Circuses, candy floss and clowns, thought all of those were sh1t.

Realising religion was a load of bollocks.

Badly Drunk Boy

Silentcorner wrote: »

Sixmilebridge...I don't think I was ever so disappointed when I eventually passed through it!!

Imagine how I felt the first time I visited Two Mile House (in Kildare)!

Rawr

Finding out for the first time that 7-up was in fact not green.

(I liked to use opaque plastic cups when I was little and only later on used a glass. I remember being disappointed by the truth of 7-up....)

Church on Tuesday

Arghus wrote: »

Realising on my first day in Primary School that I wasn't going to have a cool locker like I'd seen Kevin, Winnie and Paul use in high school in the wonder years.

Cottoning on to the fact that the father of the guy who sat next to me in senior infants wasn't a "Private Investigator" like he said he was. First time I can remember being clearly BS'ed. That kid could lie for Ireland.

Being too petrified to sit through all of Jurassic Park when it came out in the cinema. Like every other young boy at the time I was obsessed with dinosaurs - my favourite was the Triceratops - and I couldn't contain my excitement for Jurassic Park. My mother brought me, after a lot of lobbying and nagging from me. It felt like the culmination of my life. I was seven, it was probably my second or third time going to the cinema. I wasn't really prepared. I knew I was in trouble during the opening sequence, when was frightened by the noise to the point of being disturbed. I couldn't look at the screen when they were feeding the raptors, even though there's nothing there in that scene, only the suggestion of dinosaurs, all the quick cutting and noise was too much. I chose to look at the guy in the seat behind me instead and I couldn't believe how he just sat there watching all that suggested carnage like an unflinching stone. How was he not scared?

I fully couldn't hack it any longer by the time the T. Rex was showing up in the paddock and I had to beg my mother to bring me outside. We conducted a complex negotiation outside the screen, while the T. Rex roared on inside for what felt like ages, about whether I really wanted to go or did I just need a few moments to get myself together. I hated dinosaurs in that moment. Somehow I managed to have myself talked back into eventually going back inside, where I spent a good proportion of the time spraying hot jets of fearful piss onto my own leg.

Not a good experience, but the real ignominy was having to tell my friends about the film, which I had seen in the cinema and most of them had not. I left out the parts of being terrified and not being able to sit through portions of it, but internally I felt like a fraud.

Yeah JP is an odd one. Too noisy and violent for any kid under 10 really at the time but still the lure of dinosaurs was irresistible and the JP marketing team knew this all too well.

That scene with the raptors being fed it a great example of less is more by today's standards. Taps into the imagination.

Never saw it in the cinema but on cassette, but was and still am fascinated by it today. Ambitious, grandiose and way way ahead of its time; it's the Alien of our generation.

Badly Drunk Boy

pablo128 wrote: »

I was quite a good speller in school. Imagine my excitement when they announced there was a spelling test with a prize for the winner. It was a car shaped pencil parer, a very fancy looking thing. I knew I had it in the bag tbh. Sure enough, I was announced the victor. Off the teacher went to fetch my prize, only to discover some b0llox was after robbing it. I got some piece of cheap tat instead. I was gutted.

I still remember it 35 years later.

When I was in second class in primary school, our teacher had an impromptu art competition once. I wasn't very good at art but whatever happened, I created this masterpiece of a castle, complete with turrets and towers (and even some stained glass windows)! All the other kids were saying how great it was but when it came to the prize-giving, Alan K. won it for a picture of tree with a wonky ladder against it and a wonky cat at the bottom. :mad: He got the first prize of 10p, but at least I came second, scooping the 5p runners-up prize. (This would have been 1981).

I had a little victory though, as the others in the class were copying my drawing for the next week or two. I haven't drawn anything decent since. (Only indecent...)

Thanks for that bit of therapy...:pac:

julyjane

Badly Drunk Boy wrote: »

Imagine how I felt the first time I visited Two Mile House (in Kildare)!

There's a nine mile house in Co. Tipperary. I remember over the years hearing my parents say someone lived in Ninemilehouse, then I went to a summer camp in Clonmel and met a few different kids who said they were from there and I thought it was one big house with loads of people living in it.

chrissb8

Three quarter length shorts, I felt I was s**t hot looking when in reality I was just really hot and wished I put on normal shorts.

AllForIt

Myself and my sister were taken to Dublin by my Aunt for a few days. I was disappointed the skyscrapers were't as big as I was expecting. This would be far back as when The Streets of San Francisco was being aired on RTE.

Deebles McBeebles

Raconteuse wrote: »

Not being able to break the tv and take Bosco out.

Raconteuse wrote: »

Not being able to break the tv and take out the toys featured in ads.

Your folks had a to buy a few TVs back in the day, didn't they?

joeguevara

Looking back on primary school I wonder if certain teachers only joy in life was to make fun of me. But saying that I did give them some great cannon fodder. Not sure how many people remember a kids tv show (way before the den) called Pats Pals hosted by the inimitable Pat Ingoldsby. Anyway, he had a segment at the end of the show where he got kids at home to shout their name into their TV at a contraption in the studio. Basically he said the louder you shout your name would pop up on the TV. After doing it every show, at last Joe popped up in big yellow letters. Convinced I had done it, I waited until the teacher asked for News. Waving my arm wildly, shouting ‘miss, miss’, 8 year old me said it ‘I made my name flash on screen by shouting into my TV set’. Well the show she made of me would have broken Jeffrey Dahmer into confessing Not only his crimes but every crime since the Middle Ages. So not only was I disappointed that Pat Ingoldsby had lied at m3, I was also devastated that a teacher made a show of 30 kids who were only too happy to make fun of me for 2 weeks straight.

But I didn’t learn. My dad brought me to a golf club open day. He won a pitching competition with the prize of the most impressive brass trophy. To keep me sweet he said I had won it for some race that I had won. I brought it in to school to show off my impressive athletic ability. I was getting looks of admiration off all my classmates until said teacher above, loudly exclaimed that she doubted I was 1988 Senior Tipperary pitching champion which happened to be engraved on the base of the trophy.