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Close your eyes and go back in time...
Before the Internet or the Apple Mac.
Before semi-automatics, joyriders and crack....
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
Way back........

I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park.
The corner shop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch.
Skipping.
Handstands.
Football with an old can.
Fingerbob.
Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the menace.
Roly Poly.
Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
Bazooka Joe bubble gum.
An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van
that plays a tune - Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe
Neapolitan
or perhaps a screwball

Wait......
Watching Saturday morning cartoons....short commercials,
The Double Deckers, Road Runner, He-Man, Zeebedee
Tiswas or Swapshop?, and 'Why Don't You'? - or staying up for Doctor
Who.
When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed
like going somewhere.

Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings.
Sticky fingers.
Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and Zorro.
Climbing trees.
Building igloos out of snow banks.
Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your
stomach hurt.
Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for
giggles.
Being tired from playing....remember that?

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon
Football cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.
Choppers and Grifters

I'm not finished just yet.....
Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.

Remember when...
There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green
Flash -
and the only time you wore them at school was for P.E.

You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents.
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.

You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas eve.
When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
When 25p was decent pocket money
When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there.

It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner
at a real restaurant with your parents.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed him or use him to
carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid,thought a
thing of it.

When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the
fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.Basically,
we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of
drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs etc. Parents and
grandparents were a much bigger threat! - and some of us
are still afraid of them!!

Didn't that feel good?
Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!

Remember when....
Decisions were made by going " Ip Dip Dog Sh*t "
"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly".

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
It was unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' wasn't an Olympic
event.
Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.

Nobody was prettier than Mum.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest
protectors
If you can remember most or all of these, then you have LIVED.
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their "grown up"
life...
I DOUBLE-DARE YOU

Gazza

I remember all of these but I must be older than you as I used to get a sixpence on a friday night, my pocket money and I was a teen when tiswas was on , we could play out in the street all day as there weren't many cars  ;D

Yes, pocket money was calculated at 1d for each year of your age.

I remember almost all those things.  Not children's television, for we didn't have one (still don't), but I do remember Children's Hour on the wireless.

Looking back it seems like the age of innocence.

Mmmm they were the days! :) thanks Gazza .

Yep! I must be older sixpence pocket money. Can remember nearly all of those.
Listening to The Man in Black on the radio and being frightened to go to bed.
Being sent to Head's office when along with a couple of friends in morning assembly we sang
While shepherds wash their socks by night all seated round the tub A
bar of sunlight soap came down and they began to scrub!!

Think I must be a real ancient - I watched Tiswas with my children.
Other memories are - yellow fingers from dipping them in lemonade powder, little weekly/monthly? books called Sunny Stories, School Friend & Girl comics, Fruit Salad & Blackjacks at 4 for a penny & using farthings.

Oh Memories. I think I must go with what Lorna and Poppy said cos my kids watched Tiswas.First telly I watched was Muffin the mule and a programme with Hugh Wheldon. Cannot remember the name of it.
We used to be allowed in the nuns sitting room to watch it.Oh what a treat.

short white socks with no man-made materials to keep their elasticity
Robin comic then Girl, then Bunty
Liberty bodices
School milk frozen in the bottle
jam and bread for tea

Yep :)

I remember making dams in stream with mud...The Look and Learn Comic....being afraid of the dustbin because it looked like a Dalek from Dr Who.....getting a Champion the Wonder-horse toy.....falling out a tree when trying to get conkers and neighbour who found me crying 'cos he thought I was dead, then me crying 'cos he yelled when I wasn't :P  Playing skipping rope and elastics in the playground.

"Watering" he chemistry teacher through the second story window by bunging a bunson burner on the swan-necked tap and using it as a hose :D

Getting the belt for laughing in class when teacher tripped over an Adidas Bag (trendy)

Being made-up as I got a Space-Hopper!

Getting polio drug as a drop on a sugar cube.

Eating tinned sweetcorn at a friends house for the first time...they were "posh" because her Mum was an air stewardess who "modelled" at Glasgow Kelvin Hall!!!

Yes....that was how it was ;D

In my Christmas stocking last year I had a nostalgic reissue of the Bunty book.

That little book means the world to me .It would have not been Christmas if I had not had my Bunty each year.

Leaping forward,my eldest 40 next year speaks fondly of his chopper bike and the Sinclair?computer we bought for him.Each generation has it's own thing. ;D

Betula, Do you remember having a little book given away with Bunty not long after it came out. I think it was about  famous women. I remember the piture of Cyd Charrise and Margot Fonteyn. Cannot remember the others

No can not remember those :(

 ;D ;D, Go along with all that, one you have missed off is, when I was running round with mi arse hanging out and making Helicopters out of the tar from between the street cobbles with hens feathers, when the school holidays and summers went on for ever, :)

OH can remember all of those..he used to get 20 pence for pocket money..19 pence went for the box of airfix miniture soldiers and 1 penny left for sweets..and from corner shop of course.. ;D
He had orange..no nothing to do with phone...Wembley football and magic patches on your jeans after a 'good' game... ;D

Does anyone else remember Thermogene?  It was wadding which had something similar to Vick added.  We  had to wear it next to our chest inside a liberty bodice.

We also had a daily spoonful of Virol, which I think was malt extract.

buses had conducters with with a card holder with coloured card tickets which they punched a hole in! and if you only had a 10 bob note (50p) you were nearly chucked off as he or she couldn't change a note.
I had half a crown (12 and a half p ) when I was 12 but had to help with the housework and mind my little brother
marg

Just sat here with jude larfing at how a post can turn into a garden fence where we all end up leaning on it and nagging about the good Ol days,and nuffin wrong with that I say  !!!!!!!!!!!

Living in Sunbury On Thames as a kid my dad who worked for Chubb fire extinguishers and used to service equipment
@ Airfix models in windmill road .
If I had been good(not often) he,d be given old stock to bring home for me,and yes,being a horrid kid id build the models
and hand em from my bedroom ceiling and when bored id extract some Bangers id hidden after guy forks and load them in the aircraft and dangle em outa me bedroom window on fishing line so they were flying(sort of) till the bangers blew em to pieces....lovely child.

Thursday was kim and I,s fav day as dad would come home from the Mars factory in Slough with a "seconds" bag as big as a duffle bag full of sweets....fights....youve never seen the like  !!!!!!!!
Mum would dish out the sweeties for me and that older bully of a sister who would sneek in me bedroom during the following week and take bites outa me mars bars and wrap em back up....no defence your honour as she has definate gaps tween her teeth and id know shed been busy....but always denied it !

GazNjude

Quote from: Squash64 on December 17, 2011, 09:55:12
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We also had a daily spoonful of Virol, which I think was malt extract.

Now there's posh.  Virol was the top end of the malt extracts.  It contained a little orange juice which made it especially delicious.

We had "Radio Malt" which was cheaper but still delicious.  It had a trademark of a radio mast with circles representing the radio waves.  Why? Goodness knows.

There was a famous advert for Virol showing a chubby toddler looking up at a large red-faced policeman and saying, "Was 'oo once a Virol baby?"

ETA: It's just been pointed out to me that Radio Malt was the brand favoured by Molesworth in the Geoffrey Willans classic book.  ;D

Quote from: Melbourne12 on December 17, 2011, 10:28:22

Quote from: Squash64 on December 17, 2011, 09:55:12
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We also had a daily spoonful of Virol, which I think was malt extract.

Now there's posh.  Virol was the top end of the malt extracts.  It contained a little orange juice which made it especially delicious.

We had "Radio Malt" which was cheaper but still delicious.  It had a trademark of a radio mast with circles representing the radio waves.  Why? Goodness knows.

There was a famous advert for Virol showing a chubby toddler looking up at a large red-faced policeman and saying, "Was 'oo once a Virol baby?"

ETA: It's just been pointed out to me that Radio Malt was the brand favoured by Molesworth in the Geoffrey Willans classic book.  ;D

That's the first time in my life I've ever been called posh! :D