What do you miss most about or from your childhood?

Question

I miss...fruit spangles...sitting on my grandad's knee sharing his dinner...being picked up and carried when my feet hurt and pocket money - money for nothing - ker-ching!

Answer 1

My parents.Being close with my siblings.Christmas day,we did'nt have a lot of money,but all 7 of us kids were so happy with our presents.Playing out with our friends and each other.Getting my first bike,it was 2nd hand,but it was the best bike in the world to me. Skippy bars,Aztecs,Penny Daintees,Penny Arrow bars.Toy sweet shops with little scales,shelves and tiny jars of real sweets.You got me going now ! Great question

Answer 2

I miss those freezing cold days when you got home from school and your mom had spent the whole day baking and the house smelt lovely, the fire was lit, it was so warm and cosy and you were allowed to sit in front of the telly eating a scone straight from the oven with butter melting on it, I miss that dairy milk chocolate that was shaped like a mini box of chocolates, you were so posh is you got one of those, the thing I miss most is getting into a fresh clean cosy bed, my mom tucking me in and giving me a big kiss goodnight, what I would do for a kiss of my mom, miss her.

Answer 3

I miss gardening with my great grandmother and sitting on the porch swing watching the sun go down as we broke the ends off of the green beans we had picked earlier in the day. I also miss widdling sticks with my great grandfather in the morning's while we watch a good baseball game.


I grew up in farmland country in Iowa.

Answer 4

As a child, I grew up in the city and every summer, I went to stay at my Aunt and Uncles in the country. 1 hr. from the nearest city. I could explore as far as I wanted as long as I saw the chimney of thier 2 story house. Old spooky house but I loved it. I learned to repect wildlife and the outdoors there. I sure miss those times....awwww..to climb those trees again, play on the tractors and play imagination again....seems like such a long time ago...thanks for reminding me to remember the good old days....

Answer 5

Wow. These are great memories.
For me it was middle school and high school.
No job, no worries. Car and free gas, free repairs. from Mom and Dad. A place to live. Vacations every year with my parents.

So what did I do? Got married at 18. Good by all the free times and no responsibilities. HELLO adulthood.!!

Answer 6

Sweet Maisie.

Milk didn’t come in bottles, when we were little boys,
So going to the dairy, was one of life’s true joys,
For if it were sweet Maisie, who served you out the measure,
The extra cup was yours to sup, a memory to treasure.

Kathleen only gave us, exactly what she should,
At times a little ‘tilly’, we always prayed she would,
The youngest of the sisters, I now forget her name,
Was quite as bad as Kathleen, and dished out just the same.

Old Tom, the three girls’ father, and the owner of the farm,
Never used the measure, to him it was the norm,
You see, he never had a son, and treated all us boys,
With lots of cream from off the top, and pence to buy small toys.

The level mark inside the can, that my mother scratched,
Had to be watched closely, to ensure that the milk matched,
For if you got too greedy - drank more than Maisie gave,
My Mum would note the difference, and fly into a rave.

But last time I was over there, the farm it is now gone,
New cottages and houses, the land is built upon,
Yet as I stood and looked around, I saw the corner stone,
Where I would drink, the extra milk, before I wandered home.

So God Bless you, Tom Costello, though sadly now not here,
And to his lovely daughters, to them I raise a cheer,
To Kathleen and the youngest, who sometimes drove me crazy,
I thank you all, for what you gave, but especially you Sweet Maisie.

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Bringing Home the Hay.

‘ Clankity, clank: clankity, clank’, the haybogey on the road.
‘ Get up there Sherman’ Jim calls to the Shire, making light the load.
While I on top was lulled asleep by the smell of hay and horse,
The first was so much sweeter than, the second one of course.

Those balmy days of boyhood, a time long, long since gone.
Like memories brought back to mind, in the words of an old folk song.
When a minute passed like an hour, and that self-same hour like a day,
When taking the crop, at a leisurely trot, back to the farm in Bray.

‘Hike up there Sherman’ young Jim calls out as the haycock starts to slide.
‘Hold up there Sherman’ now shouts Jim,‘ or I’ll blinkingwell flay your hide’.
‘You, watch that hay’ the tailor roars ‘its clogging all up the shop’
‘I’m sorry mister’ cries young Jim, ‘ but the blinking horse won’t stop’.

The hay it slips, right off the back, and blows all round the place,
A passing car swerves much too far, the driving a disgrace,
In doing so it hits a post, which falls down like a tree,
The shouts from boys, the almighty noise, has now awoken me.

The farmer’s boy stood mouth agape, ‘Mother of God’ Jim cries,
The horse merely, as he could not see, swished his tail at flies.
‘Now what the hell ’ a sounding bell, as the Fire Brigade turns up,
The lamppost wires, have started fires, ‘I think I’ve seen enough’.

Old Tom the farmer, having been told, on arriving at the spot
He laughed so hard, his jaw was jarred, and the fire was getting hot.
I slipped away, amid the affray, such a catastrophe,
Now I’ll just add, I was very glad, to get back home for tea.

Suffice to say, that was the day, when I at last grew up,
No more I lazed about the farm, that Summer was quite enough.
The farming life, was not for me, I could not stand the pressure,
So an office job, to earn a few bob, I became a man of leisure.


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Answer 7

I miss having no fear. . . y'know being able to climb trees not caring if you fell off and broke your arm , cycling really fast down the steepest hill you could find and going on adventures with your pals when you thought you were really far away from home when in fact you were only about 15 mins away. Also miss the freedom.

Answer 8

Lack of responsibility, long summers off school, staying with grandparents and being spoilt, being completely unaware of all the serious things going on around me, being able to eat whatever you wanted, not having to worry about hair, weight, fashion.

More than anything, I miss having grandparents though :-(

Answer 9

Climbing apple trees, walking down to the river with a bottle of water and a pack of jam butties, and not a care in the world.

Answer 10

when there was nicer happier*people, who talked to you, and treated each other with respect.....
Happy summer holidays without a care in the world, no money worries, and watching wurzel gummedge on a sunday afternoon while eating lemon curd on bread.
Crispit chocolates, and Christmas as a kid, which just isn't the same anymore...too commercialised
* lets face it, all the lovely,friendly people have passed away,(better generation) and its a shame, but we are left with some ignorant,rude and selfish ones....thats my opinion anyway...