Odd things your parents wouldn't let you do
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My parents were low fat/vegan/vegetarian/health food fanatics when it was still wierd and creepy. From when I was about 8 or 9 we lived on boiled soya (no salt), nut loaf, carob, strange weetabix/orange juice concoctions and other such delights.
They also felt that sports were dangerous, didn't allow house guests/socialising and my father also disapproved of fiction books. They would allow us to go to kids institutions such as guides/scouts/cadets and unsupervised visits to the library so they sort of shot themselves in the foot on a lot of their restrictions.
They also felt that sports were dangerous, didn't allow house guests/socialising and my father also disapproved of fiction books. They would allow us to go to kids institutions such as guides/scouts/cadets and unsupervised visits to the library so they sort of shot themselves in the foot on a lot of their restrictions.
TwigtheWonderkid said:
doogz said:
I had a similar thing with 'Mousetrap'.
we opened the box, played it, (
Catapults. All my mates had the Blackwidow which had the arm support for MORE POWER!
I made do with an old padlock tied to some string. Threw it up and.....smash. Straight through the neighbour's industrial greenhouse.
Result: Grounded for a week and made to apologise.
Was allowed to The Young Ones though!
I made do with an old padlock tied to some string. Threw it up and.....smash. Straight through the neighbour's industrial greenhouse.
Result: Grounded for a week and made to apologise.
Was allowed to The Young Ones though!
I wasn't allowed to play my TRex record on the record player as 'it would ruin the needle'.
After reading all the pages to this thread, a lot of us had/have very strange parents. I'm sure a lot of their silly rules had been set by their own parents, too.
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They f
k you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
I too took the same decision as 13th.
After reading all the pages to this thread, a lot of us had/have very strange parents. I'm sure a lot of their silly rules had been set by their own parents, too.
Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse
They f
k you up, your mum and dad.They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were f
ked up in their turnBy fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
I too took the same decision as 13th.
My upbringing was fairly relaxed, primarily because both my parents worked two jobs and I was able to amuse myself in pretty much whatever way I wanted. No restrictions on what TV I could watch that I recall, and I had a motorbike (350 Matchless) at 14 years old, I bought it for four pounds with money from a job as a grocery delivery boy job.
However, table manners were my parents thing. No elbows on the table, no reading at the table, if you wanted to leave the table you had to request to be excused, no dipping bread in soup.
Doesn't seem to have scarred me though.
However, table manners were my parents thing. No elbows on the table, no reading at the table, if you wanted to leave the table you had to request to be excused, no dipping bread in soup.
Doesn't seem to have scarred me though.
I wasn't allowed a games console... But computers were fine apparently. I had an Amstrad CPC464, followed by a CPC6128, then the mighty Amiga 500+, then we got PC's. Oh, and myself and my brother got a Gameboy each, and every time my dad went away on business he brought us back a new game each, and when I found them all in a box a few years ago I calculated we must have had about £700 worth of games...
But no consoles. Apparently they were mindless entertainment for children of the 'working class' ??
Strange.
During my primary school years I wasn't allowed to cycle to my friends houses on an evening after school, even during lighter nights. My mum used always used to say it was because she was worried I would get hit by a car or something, but I later discovered it was because she simply didn't want me socialising 'too much' with the sort of semi-detached house type families who would let their children spend evenings playing games consoles and cycling to each others houses on bikes...
But apart from that it was all good. We lived in a house in the country that had a few fields with it, so I was often surprised when my dad bought us stuff like quad bikes, dune buggy type things and other such toys
But no consoles. Apparently they were mindless entertainment for children of the 'working class' ??
Strange.
During my primary school years I wasn't allowed to cycle to my friends houses on an evening after school, even during lighter nights. My mum used always used to say it was because she was worried I would get hit by a car or something, but I later discovered it was because she simply didn't want me socialising 'too much' with the sort of semi-detached house type families who would let their children spend evenings playing games consoles and cycling to each others houses on bikes...
But apart from that it was all good. We lived in a house in the country that had a few fields with it, so I was often surprised when my dad bought us stuff like quad bikes, dune buggy type things and other such toys
My mate wasn't allowed to watch or read Harry Potter as it was magic. Her parents are highly Christian, not sure how the two are linked but I'm assuming magic is related to a sin of some sort. She was also only allowed to listen to Christian Music, and her parent's made her move halls because the warden there was gay. There's more but that covers the worst :/
Dog Star said:
Once for Christmas I got a new bike, a Puch Mini-Sprint.
I wanted the purple one. My dad wanted me to have the red one. He bribed me and said he would give me 10p if I got the red one, so I did.
I never ever got the 10p. In fact I'm going to email him and remind him of this fact.
Bloody hell, I had one of those bought from the Puch showroom on Huntingdon Street in Nottingham circa 1971.I wanted the purple one. My dad wanted me to have the red one. He bribed me and said he would give me 10p if I got the red one, so I did.
I never ever got the 10p. In fact I'm going to email him and remind him of this fact.
We were never allowed to have any glass containers in
the bathroom as if it broke in the bath you wouldn't be able to see it and would cut yourself and bleed to death.
EF correct street name, I haven't lived in Nottingham for a while.
Edited by bingybongy on Friday 24th May 12:03
Here's a strange thing. My father seemed not to mind me watching pornography. However, He did seem to mind me watching three specific things. Once I was fixing something in the router when I was about 14 or so (he was walking me through it on the phone, mother dear couldn't get on the internet I seem to remember) and I noticed the blocked section. When I was done doing whatever it was and off the phone, I had a look what my father had blocked on the firewall. Three words.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
04mmurkett said:
Here's a strange thing. My father seemed not to mind me watching pornography. However, He did seem to mind me watching three specific things. Once I was fixing something in the router when I was about 14 or so (he was walking me through it on the phone, mother dear couldn't get on the internet I seem to remember) and I noticed the blocked section. When I was done doing whatever it was and off the phone, I had a look what my father had blocked on the firewall. Three words.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
Bet it didn't stop you though, eh?Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
04mmurkett said:
Here's a strange thing. My father seemed not to mind me watching pornography. However, He did seem to mind me watching three specific things. Once I was fixing something in the router when I was about 14 or so (he was walking me through it on the phone, mother dear couldn't get on the internet I seem to remember) and I noticed the blocked section. When I was done doing whatever it was and off the phone, I had a look what my father had blocked on the firewall. Three words.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
Laughed.Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
04mmurkett said:
Here's a strange thing. My father seemed not to mind me watching pornography. However, He did seem to mind me watching three specific things. Once I was fixing something in the router when I was about 14 or so (he was walking me through it on the phone, mother dear couldn't get on the internet I seem to remember) and I noticed the blocked section. When I was done doing whatever it was and off the phone, I had a look what my father had blocked on the firewall. Three words.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
Hardcore. Anal. Fisting.
Reminds me of my mother a bit. She once worked as a GP in a really poor area of Sheffield and came across a enough of a certain type there that she started to get a slightly warped view of the average teenager.
Anyway we were once talking about a new girlfriend I had aged about 18 and she was harping on about how "courting" was different in her day and then looked at me with mild disgust and said "I know what you youngsters get up to nowadays". I assumed she was talking about pre-marital sex so decided to make her uncomfortable by asking her "What exactly do you mean?". She told me that I knew exactly what she was on about until I pushed and pushed and she shouted "BLOODY FISTING AND ALL THAT" and wondered why I laughed so much
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