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

[Jool]

When I was a young girl, my friend and I would be taken to various house parties by our parents and promptly put to bed in the host's bedroom.  As more guests arrived the bedroom door would open and another couple of coats were thrown on the bed, as the evening wore on we were buried under a huge mound of coats.  Of course we later had to endure the finding of the right coat by the many tiddly revellers going home.  We still jokingly accuse them of being unfit parents 

Jool

I think this is still done?

But these days I'm one of the tiddly coat finders 

[LizzieW]

Always being cold in the winter - I used to stand in front of the fire so no-one else could get the benefit of it.  I'm still the same now, the cold seems to get right through to my bones - and I mean anything less than about 50^oF (10^oC).  I think the stork dropped me off in the wrong country.

[SwissGill]

I guess I would be too!!

[SwissGill]

I hated broad beans and at school dinners told the servers so. No reaction, so I moved on in the queue and the broad beans fell on the floor.

[SwissGill]

Always being cold in the winter - I used to stand in front of the fire so no-one else could get the benefit of it.  I'm still the same now, the cold seems to get right through to my bones - and I mean anything less than about 50^oF (10^oC).  I think the stork dropped me off in the wrong country.

I used to put my school uniform on the bed at night to keep it warm. I remember Jack Frost on the window panes.

[missmolly]

Having to do the ironing when I came home from school, can still remember the smell of fat coming from my brothers butchers aprons while ironing them

STILL HATE IRONING

Mo

[SwissGill]

I hate ironing too.

However, a lot of my ancestors were Pork Butchers but I didn't have to iron their aprons.

Years later, in Switzerland, my husband was a member of the Confrerie de la Marmite and now has his own Cookery Club in the village Restaurant so since the start in 1978, and now new in the village, I have the honoured duty of ironing the chef blouse and the apron.

[SwissGill]

I hated bringing home my school reports. It was always "could do better" but is lazy.

I taught myself to read at 4 years, no big deal. I was a bright kid when I left the little private school in Sale run by the two Churchill sisters but then, after being moved up a class, at the boarding sc hooI in Bowdon, was the youngest and the big headest of the lot and from then on languagues were still good but maths was appalling. One of the teachers said that it was all right to talk but to talk so that the whole class listened, was not good??

[Graham47]

Being cold.

Hard to believe that we had frost on the inside of the windows back then but we did. As for the worst, I've so many, having spent my early years in a children's home where being kind to kids was not something the house master and matron as they were called back in the 50's had little time for. We slept in dormitories, and one night because a couple of lads were talking we were all hauled from our warm beds and trooped down to the wash room and made to mop the floors. Not sure what on time of the night or morning it was but I must have been about six or seven years old but blimey, it was freezing sneezing.

And one more for the record, being beaten. Outside in the yard one sunny Sunday morning singing my head off alongside my brother only to be dragged into the masters study and caned hard across our legs "because of singing outside of church on the Lord's day". What was all that about? Well the housemaster at the time was a 'Reverend' Hall, or "the mad vicar" as we boys used to call him and one whose dog collar used to stick out from around his neck. A nasty despicable creature of a man to be thrashing two little kids like that.

Pictured below: I'm the little squirt in front. Winstanley House Knutsford c1955 and now the site of an old peoples home of the same name. Just hope they are better treated!