What where the worst things you had to endure as a child?

[doddsie4]

          In the early 1950's parents were told it would benefit their child to have their tonsils out.
I was absolutely terrified.    I wasn't used to hospitals.    When they came to my bed to take me to surgery, I fainted!       They went away and I thought I was getting off with it.    But they came back a minute later with a trolley.     Gulp.     

         I was taken down and given gas.     But before the gas took effect, I could clearly hear two or three nurses or doctors around me laughing, and I was certain the laughter was directed at me.
Maybe they had heard I had fainted, and they thought this was hilarious, but whatever it was it made me feel bad.     As the gas took effect, I could hear their laughter fading away gradually into the distance, a mocking laughter - like something out of a horror film!

         It was later proved that these tonsils operation on young children were a complete waste of time.       

[Barbara348]

Hi dodsie4,

When I was 11 in 1951, I too had my tonsils out. Terribly painful trying to swallow after op but what I remember very clearly when I came around after the op was a small radio in the Ward playing a song which I can only remember the first 2 lines of.

They were : " Cigareetes & Whiskey & Wild, Wild, Women
                     They drive me crazy, they drive me insane".

In later times,on the odd occasion when i heard that song being played, I just recalled the agony from my throat and crying to go home.

Barbara.

[doddsie4]

       I got a bowl of ice cream after it.      Apparently most of the kids got this.

       Before the operation, I remember I was told to have a bath, and the bath had an enormous plug hole.     After I'd had the bath, I was draining the water away, and the big bar of soap promptly vanished down the plug hole!        And the nurse had told me to watch out for that!       Serve them right for taking my tonsils out.     

       

[LouisaS]

I was outside the operating room as an adult ready to be put to sleep, the last thing I remembered was music  playing inside and hearing some one say her veins keep collapsing, that put the wind up me,!! 

[rutht22000]

I went to an all girls school and we had some of the most horrific teachers - you had to wonder why they even went into the profession.  A physics teacher who wore a purple velvet suit (pretty sure it was the same one every day) that would lean far too close to you than was comfortable or would come and watch us play tennis and netball in very short skirts (we learned very quickly not to bend at the waist!).  He was sacked for having it away with the 6th form pupil.
 
Latin teacher who would just shout at you if you got something wrong and slam his hand on your desk.  Many a time remember jumping out of my skin as he would wander around reading over your shoulder and then suddenly 'bam!' this hand appeared in the middle of your work.

a headmistress who was sadistic and took great pleasure in lecturing the entire school about every deadly sin you could think of and us sitting there on the wooden floor of the school hall, crossed legged, getting splinters in our btms and waiting for her head to explode with rage

Having to go and buy tripe for my Nan from the local butcher....still gives me a queasy tummy.  Didn't know what it was at first until my mum explained it to me and I used to run or cycle home as fast as I could with it at arm's length when I knew its source....pigs feet too

hand me downs from my two older sisters and an absolute witch of a grandmother (not Nan above) who just to call all us three girls 'fat' (we weren't by any means) and if we wore make up (even a scrap of mascara) used to comment ' no wonder girls get raped these days....'  My dad heard it once and nearly blew the roof off the house.

I did like the school milk bottles though, feeling rich when you had your pocket money and you knew it would cover all your sweet and comic related purchases for the whole week, not caring about what brand your trainers were or who's got the latest bit of technology as you were too busy building dens, my own sewing machine when I was 11 and the after lunch naps we had in kindergarten 

[Guy Etchells]

Possibly the death of my eldest brother in 1958.
He was drowned on the river Forth when his yacht capsized.

It was not his death that bothered me, being brought up in the country I accepted death as part of life. What hurt was my mother was devastated by his death and I could do nothing to take the pain away.
Cheers
Guy

[Barbara348]

Hello Guy,

That's truly sad and surely has to be one on the very worst things that could happen.

Kind Regards,

Barbara.

[Cell]

Too deep for tears

Kind regards

[rosie17]

School dinners getting made to sit and eat them all through the lunch hour yuk !