Memories of childhood.

Gwynplaine · 08-11-2015 08:49PM

Getting 2 quid on a Friday, and spending it all on Woppa bars, stingers, cola cubes and Viking crisps.
And the Stinger was the length of my forearm, not the little funsize ones there is now.

Piriz · 08-11-2015 09:09PM

Gwynplaine wrote: »

Getting 2 quid on a Friday, and spending it all on Woppa bars, stingers, cola cubes and Viking crisps.
And the Stinger was the length of my forearm, not the little funsize ones there is now.

Dental plan!!

mitresize5 · 08-11-2015 09:26PM

Summers in West Clare that seemed to go on for years.

MilesMorales1 · 08-11-2015 09:27PM

Its amazing how far money stretches when your a kid. I used to think £2.50 was a pretty good sum, and a fiver was treat, and I was rich as **** when I got £10 on a day out or whatever.

whatismyname · 08-11-2015 09:27PM

Mosney

Tasden · 08-11-2015 09:34PM

MilesMorales1 wrote: »

Its amazing how far money stretches when your a kid. I used to think £2.50 was a pretty good sum, and a fiver was treat, and I was rich as **** when I got £10 on a day out or whatever.

A group of us found 20pound on the road one day. It was as if we had won the lottery :pac:

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1 · 08-11-2015 09:54PM

MilesMorales1 wrote: »

Its amazing how far money stretches when your a kid. I used to think £2.50 was a pretty good sum, and a fiver was treat, and I was rich as **** when I got £10 on a day out or whatever.

That's all a small fortune. We got ecstatic if we got a twelve sided thrupenny bit for our birthdays.

RayM · 08-11-2015 09:57PM

Raylee Colossal Cheesecake wrote: »

That's all a small fortune. We got ecstatic if we got a twelve sided thrupenny bit for our birthdays.

Back in my day, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill, and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work. And when we got home, our parents would kill us and dance around on our graves singing 'Hallelujah'.

Schwiiing · 08-11-2015 10:00PM

Bullying
Isolation

Titzon Toast · 08-11-2015 10:02PM

RayM wrote: »

Back in my day, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill, and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work. And when we got home, our parents would kill us and dance around on our graves singing 'Hallelujah'.

You had it easy.
We didn't get a Soda Stream until our rich cousins got bored of it.

Mister Vain · 08-11-2015 10:03PM

I remember Fat Frog ice pops and Gobstoppers that were so hard it took about 7 hours to eat them.

I remember chocolate bars were nice and big, not the measly little things they are now.

I remember I used to run wild and free.

razorblunt · 08-11-2015 10:18PM

Playing football in the green until it got dark and Dewey and coming in panting looking for the biggest glass of water.

Getting hit in the thigh or face with a Champions Cup football.

The smell of the road after a rain shower in the summer during warm spells.

Hammer89 · 08-11-2015 10:19PM

When I was about seven, my dad smacked me on the arse so hard that I probably still have the handprint. It was for stealing money. Problem was, I didn't do it and the missing money - which was only a tenner - turned up on my mate's bouncing castle, where the coins fell out of my pocket during his birthday. I cried a lot; partially because the pain, but mostly because it was a misunderstanding.

I remember frantically trying to convince him in the car on the way home, because I knew what was in store for me, but he didn't listen. It was very upsetting, but nowadays it really, really bothers me when I get accused of lying and I can only assume it's because of that moment.

Rubberlegs · 08-11-2015 10:21PM

My Dad messing with me, winding me up. Me trying not to get wound up, but ending up furious, and us both laughing then. Him reading to me, putting on silly voices for the different characters. It's his anniversary today, I miss him terribly.
Waiting patiently for the hay bales to be up in the fields. Then we built roofed mazes with them, or built them up high and jumped off them into a pile of hay from ones we'd bust up. I'd say the farmer loved us:). Going for mad long cycles, and bringing picnics with us. Playing on my friend's swing set, swinging as high as we could then jumping off, seeing who landed the farthest away. Making really weird sandwiches like luncheon and peanut butter and crisps, and thinking they were delicious. The freedom mostly, being out in the air from morning till evening, just being given a time to be home. I'm so glad I was a kid before Facebook etc.

Figbiscuithead · 08-11-2015 10:26PM

Our senior infants teacher telling us there were some flowers that you could eat and going home to eat all the primroses in my best friend's back garden that afternoon.

Being tickled within an inch of my life by my 4 siblings and laughing so much even though I wanted them to stop.

Getting up to sing even though I was incredibly shy at the kid's Christmas party at my mother's job to make her proud.

Dancing to Buddy Holly's Peggy Sue with my dad in the kitchen.

NickDunne · 08-11-2015 10:28PM

razorblunt wrote: »

Playing football in the green until it got dark and Dewey and coming in panting looking for the biggest glass of water.

Getting hit in the thigh or face with a Champions Cup football.

The smell of the road after a rain shower in the summer during warm spells.

One of these??

I saw one of them on the side of the road the other day, the nostalgia was palpable!!!

ytpe2r5bxkn0c1 · 08-11-2015 10:37PM

RayM wrote: »

Back in my day, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill, and pay the mill owner for permission to come to work. And when we got home, our parents would kill us and dance around on our graves singing 'Hallelujah'.

I knew some unimaginative person would come in with that old chestnut.

DanielODonnell · 08-11-2015 10:46PM

mattP wrote: »

I remember going into video shops with my sister and spending ages in there. They're all gone now unfortunately-since the early 2000s- and I don't think Netflix is quite the same. There was something special about them :P
Oh and who could forget the pre-sky era, where you had to boil the kettle and make a mug of tea in under three minutes

I rented dvd's up until late 2000's but maybe you are referring to how VHS tapes are gone.

I recall when my local video store put all their Friends tapes on sale for a few pound each when the show was nearing the end in 03-04, it is now a tanning salon though.

08-11-2015 10:53PM

Oh so many memories.

I remember when I was four standing at the window with my mam looking at my neighbour going to school and mammy telling me that my turn would soon come.
When that day arrived the pair of us headed off on her bike. I sat in a little seat and held on to her. My head buried in her back. That was my favourite place to be. Mammy wore this really strong smelling perfume but I loved it. In my seat all I could see and smell was her.

That first day in school we were to pick who we wanted to sit beside. I remember walking around the classroom holding mammy's hand. I sat down beside a pretty little blonde girl. We remained friends throughout primary school. She was in fact a traveller.

That memory reminds me of how easy children are with people, how things such as culture or race, or religion matter not one bit to them. It taught me that we are all just people doing the best we can.

This is a nice thread. My lovely mammy has alzheimers now so her memories are of a time before I was born. So when I visit I tell her about all the things we did and the fun we had. Today she said "you're my daughter". It's been some time since I heard her say that. Luckiest daughter in the world

Wibbs · 08-11-2015 11:21PM

One very strong one, when I was six I think. My dad taking me into the back garden to look up at the moon and him explaining that there were men walking around up there. I was so excited. Then watching the telly video feed as they left for the last time*.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HQfauGJaTs

And me crying my eyes out because the moon would now be on its own and lonely. Apparently I was inconsolable.

Drama llama from early on.

*I dunno if was actually live. We had the "piped telly" so recieved the BBC, so might have been. I do remember I was dragged outa bed to watch it. Maybe the BBC the Sky at Night or somesuch. I was told I was present when the first one landed, but I was at the crapping and dribbling on myself stage. Though that doesn't pin down my age very well at all..

captbarnacles · 08-11-2015 11:43PM

Mister Vain wrote: »

Kids used to hold buttercups under each others chins. Apparently if your chin lit up then you liked butter.

Watching wrestling on TV and trying to emulate the moves.

Playing Mortal Kombat and trying to emulate the moves. I think I had a few injuries.

On our green area we used to have royal rumbles. Saw a guy getting a piledriver and another getting a ddt. It's a miracle nobody had long term damage.

SEPT 23 1989 · 08-11-2015 11:48PM

captbarnacles wrote: »

On our green area we used to have royal rumbles. Saw a guy getting a piledriver and another getting a ddt. It's a miracle nobody had long term damage.

Parents would be handing out solicitors letters now if anything like that happened to their little darlings

osarusan · 08-11-2015 11:48PM

Turning turf in the summer, fishing at the cliffs in Kilkee and driving round to neighbours afterwards if we'd caught a lot, hitting tree trunks with a hurley so they'd look like bullet holes in my imaginary war, the cat coming in my bedroom window at night with a present of a mouse, such excitement at Christmas.

One night I woke up maybe an hour or two after going to bed. I was about 7 or 8 I'd say. I went to the kitchen, and my parents were there. They'd pulled up their two armchairs in front of the range, and were just sitting side by side, talking. While they talked, my father was sharpening all the colouring pencils from my pencil case. It's always stayed with me.

razorblunt · 08-11-2015 11:50PM

NickDunne wrote: »

One of these??

I saw one of them on the side of the road the other day, the nostalgia was palpable!!!

That's the one, if you left it out in the rain for a few days it would end up weighing a ton and lose its bounce.

The Sun King · 08-11-2015 11:51PM

This just popped into my head. At a kiddie Halloween party at the muintir na tire hall and I was downing some of that cheap 20c/p red lemonade. Two big women were doing the thing where you swing around and around off of each other. I walked right into them. Woke up 20 minutes later in a chair, got a "oh well, on you go so" and walked off with some more sweets.

Sunnyisland · 08-11-2015 11:51PM

What a lovely thread,even the sad posts, ..it's good to share.

09-11-2015 12:06AM

realies wrote: »

What a lovely thread,even the sad posts, ..it's good to share.

Proof that no one is alone in their experiences, regardless of how lonely they might feel. I hope it helps, I've had a few posters on my mind today.

I remembered another little thing from my very early childhood.

When I was being trained to use the big person loo, my mum used to sing a little song to the tune of that old disco song, Everybody Dance.

Instead of singing 'Everybody dance, too-do-ooh-ooh clap your hands, clap your hands', she'd sing 'Everybody pants, too-do-ooh-ooh wash your hands, wash your hands!'

kowloon · 09-11-2015 12:15AM

Used to play Jaws. We'd stack loads of crap like pallets and barrels as the boat, a stepladder as a mast. One of us would be the shark and would circle around the boat trying to grab and eat everyone in the boat.

Irish Guitarist · 09-11-2015 12:36AM

Whenever one of my sisters swore my mother would say "stop saying bad language". I used to copy her. One day I said it to my father and he said "would you ever fuck off".

emo72 · 09-11-2015 12:42AM

summer projects. one time for the projects we had to pay 50 pence to go to someones house to watch a bootleg vhs copy of ET. it was the worse bootleg ever we only saw half the movie. but it was great. although i remember not having 50 pence and saying "will yis let me in with 20 pence? me ma said it would be ok"

Memories of childhood.

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