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

[Jennaya]

Being forced to eat stringy green beans. Still can,t stand them.

[Graham47]

I also spent my childhood in Lancashire (and Cheshire) Maggie, and your description reminds me of visits to the doctor's dark and dingy waiting room. Mind you, ours always had a couple of sticky sweets in his pockets to give the kids. Don't suppose the dentist would have been impressed!

[Maggie.]

I was spared the School Dentist YT because my parents could prove that I was regularly carted off to The Brute for inspection and torture.  I remember school friends who were on reflection less fortunate so were attended to by the School equivalent.  They would gleefully show me the grizzly evidence of extractions performed under primitive conditions.

[Maggie.]

I also spent my childhood in Lancashire (and Cheshire) Maggie, and your description reminds me of visits to the doctor's dark and dingy waiting room. Mind you, ours always had a couple of sticky sweets in his pockets to give the kids. Don't suppose the dentist would have been impressed!

You must be younger than me if you got sweets Graham .......... they were probably still rationed when I was little.     

[Graham47]

Just a nudge younger maybe. I think rationing had ended by the mid 1950's?

Used to get 1/- pocket money out of which the House Master would make us 'save' 6d in our money boxes which left 3d for the "Pictures" and 3d to buy a chocolate Wagon Wheel, neither of which were the worst things I had to endure!

[Finley 1]

our dentist used to swear at us if we squirmed!  he was beyond awful.  Mr WHITE ..... yuk
xin

[Guyana]

The rows over my Dad's drunkenness, which were frequent.

[Graham47]

our dentist used to swear at us if we squirmed!  he was beyond awful.  Mr WHITE ..... yuk
xin

I must have been twelve, and the dentist asked me to spit but looking round there was nothing to see as the nurse had not provided anything and the dentist had not noticed. I recall looking at him mouth full of course and being to told again but now in rather abrupt manner to spit, so terrified I did - right down the side of the bib I was wearing and straight onto the floor. Was he mad!

[Graham47]

The rows over my Dad's drunkenness, which were frequent.

That's a bad one. Such things must leave awful memories and kids were certainly seen and treated differently years ago.

It must have been in the late 50's and not long my mother took myself and my older brother out of the kids home. I was an argumentative little sod I must admit, but that was no reason for my step-dad to give me a wallop of backhander for arguing with my mother. It felt like I'd been smacked in the face by a barn door as I was thrown backwards off my chair with blood everywhere. How the heck he did not bust my nose I have no idea, but at least he had the 'decency' to look sorry.

The common threat to me at that time was that if I did not behave "a man will come and take you back to that home" - so I expect that's what the argument was about.   

Parents eh? Who'd have them?