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little stuff...not stuff like play with knives, set fire to the house, wank on the cat etc.
Based on this:
I want this to become a thing.
This is not becoming a thing.
Because he was the kind of pet-killing kid you could imagine turning into a psychopath in his teenage years.
We moved a few years later and I've no idea what happened to him.
sounds like a baddie from mighty ducks or something
one step down from John Evilman really
I wasn't allowed to watch 12's until I was 12 and 15's until I was 15...
I wasn't allowed to watch SATC until I was like 21 when my mum bought me the box set and said I was allowed now.
So they'd come into school talking about 18 certificated smash-hit films like A.W.O.L. and Tango and Cash and I'd get lampooned for not being able to watch them. Sad times.
and actually previewed the PG rated films (that we rented from the video van man) before we were allowed to watch them.
Although I remember getting Home Alone out from Choices Video Plus up the road once and my Mum having to ring a friend's parent to get the lowdown on whether or not it was too violent for me...
I'm pretty sure her sole reasoning for that was not realising until she got the box home that Joe Pesci was in it...
Between us three kids, this would last until Sunday. We would have no more Coke until next weekend.
Now I'm adult, I drink it by the bucket load because I can. TAKE THAT MUM.
We definitely were not allowed Roses chocolates as they make us naughty.
In all fairness probably why my brain isn't made out of shit but I WANTED POP TARTS.
I wasn't allowed toy guns. In fact I think our kids may have has a similar rule. This seems ridiculous now that the boy he spends all day killing foreigners in Call of Duty. What a well-meaning but pointless rule that was.
Hmmm, don't let them have guns, but let them play killing games that are outside their age range. Liberal Parenting Paradox Fail.
my parents turned up to find me using a baby doll as a makeshift tommy gun
I kicked right off about it.
I remember it being excitingly adult, and still remember the rite of passage of my older sister lending me the recorded betamax tape with them on.
and my dad actually got rid of our TV when I turned 12, as I was obviously turning into lolita simply because of the dnagers of Tomorrow's World.
I wasn't allowed chewing gum (this was very strictly enforced).
I wasn't allowed quite a lot of foods but that's because I was on a strict regime for my opera and ballet training. (I am basically charlotte church).
but imagine how you would have turned out if you'd had a TV.
i still remember the wave of hot fear as i covered up the 15 rating on the N64 Goldeneye box as my dad looked at it in Toys R Us Croydon
i also used to play mortal kombat on the mega drive at my childminders and think i was some sort of hero outwitting my parents
but i remember the absolute buzz of being able to buy the first version of GTA from HMV when I was about 13
at my mates house (whose parents let him do anything) taking turns on GTA on the PC
always had to make up a story to my parents about what i'd been upto, couldnt exactly say id been running over buddhas with wanton abandon
honestly i still makes me grin when i think about how much fun we had with that game.
the flamethrower too!
And then when my Mother would find out, it was by Dad who would get in trouble. This is the only bonus to divorce.
Example: I wasn't allowed gum as I always would take it out of my mouth and play with it. I told my Dad I was allowed gum. I took it out my mouth, got it stuck in my super long hair so badly my Dad had to get my haircut. I returned home to my Mother with a bob and a sorry looking Father, who my mother berated mercilessly for letting me chew gum in the first place.
that sounds very dark
Cross the road without holding their hand. (my Mum still goes to grab my hand if we cross a road together)
I wasn't allowed gum or to watch soap operas.
I didn't have long hair until I was 18 because my Mum doesn't like long hair. I always had the most horrible crops as a child :(
And the length of my school dress was always round my knees. Until I figured out how to hem my own dress.
off the tv, like action films and horrors and stuff, but they'd stop recording whenever any gory bits or sex scenes or anything came on. was brutal.
'historical' replicas were alright - I had a flintlock pistol and a cowboy revolver, but the cool guns like M16s were banned.
So middle class.
I wasn't allowed to watch the A-Team. Blowing shit up was fine, but apparently all that shooting and no-one ever died set a bad example! Christ, I hate to think what my parents thought about John McClane surviving Die Hard.
Give money to charity.
i only got them at my friends.
asdas have them in at the minute for £2. i tried them for the first time in about 14 years.
just the nonpartisan ones
used to have to spend my pocket money on school nonuniform days.
my dad's pretty serious about not giving money to the pope when it could all just go to those in need.
responsible for fourth degree burns on that bit of your palate right behind your front teeth. OOOOWOOOWWWWWW.
I WASN'T ALLOWED TO GIVE TO CHARITY, GUYS.
It was great.
looks like I am going to have to be a strict mother fucker.
Wouldn't waste your time.
wasn't allowed to get my ears pierced til i was 11. i was the only lass on the estate that didn't have them pierced by her 5th birthday.
i could watch anything i wanted. SCANDALOUS.
there was one megadrive game that i wasn't allowed to play on, can't remember which one it was now, i just wasn't allowed because it was too violent. it was about an assasin, definitely. however, my parents were surprisingly lenient on guns - star flight md was fine AND we had the menacer gun.
I think my mum just gave up and let me do what I wanted. Wasn't allowed to have a bike though. Still bitter about that.
We always had orangina, which I love now but find horribly bitter when I was younger.
No gravy because my Mum doesn't like gravy. Even though everyone else except her likes gravy.
when you get off the ferry to France. I wonder if they still do that?
That teacher that ran away with his pupil probably got one.
PUT THAT GRAVY DOWN. NO GRAVY.
I thought I was going to be the first to say this. I thought it was a bit niche. Mum said it made me hyperactive
Sunday morning. My mum was very strict about this. If ever I or my sis were given e.g. a Mars Bar by a friendly auntie, it had to be saved until after Sunday dinner as an afternoon treat. In fact Sunday in general was 'a day of rest' and one to be spent with family. Not even like we were that religious but I think it was very much an old tradition inherited by her from my nan & grandad
Violent computer games.
Especially Command and Conquer. Got away with Goldeneye as I argued it was just the same as watching Bond films (Mum didn't know that I spent quite a lot of time trying to trick the baddies into hilarious deaths involving sniper rifles and proximity mines, but hey).
These type of games seem like playing with care bears compared to the games my little brother (9 years younger than me) played when he was a similar age. By that time it seemed perfectly acceptable for him to be beating grannies to death with his bare fists on grand theft auto while laughing hysterically. Society's gone to the dogs etc.
when I'd get in the tank on goldeneye and run the soldiers over on the runway level.
that you used to wear on your arm and shoot people up at school? You had five lives and then you were out. We're talking early 90s. they were so cool. I wasn't allowed one. Occasionally i hired one from my friend for a pound for the day. It was a happy day.
except theyre really pale and coloured with the dye from BLACK CARROTS
my mum still hasn't technically lifted that ban yet
the single came in a fag packet shaped case. I wasn't allowed it as I was only 12 and it looked like it glamourised smoking.
Despite going to CofE schools. Because my Mum is so atheist.
It wasn't allowed.
as long as I was polite etc. If I started showing signs of bad behaviour then I'd start to get a bit restricted. This taught me how to hide my bad behviour well, and so I got a lot of freedom. Probably contributed to my lack of self-control today.
I'm a chap, I'd have been fine.
Under any circumstances. Even if I forgot to say please or thank you I got a smack.
Well done on the completely unenforceable rule, idiots, vrooooooooommmmm
And having to duck down an alleyway as I was outside of the control area
Which lead to never drinking juice in adult life. Still eat a shit load of chocolate though.
Wasnt allwoed to watch ITV for a while. Wasnt allowed to play the mega drive for more than 1 hour a day.
after my little brother had loads of tooth decay realted issues at a very young age.
So.... without recourse to sweets and no pocket money, aged about 8 I started to regularly shoplift them.
who doesn't like to forbid anything outright.
Though I did discourage my 7 year old from reading Stephen King when I found her charging through The Dark Tower once.
I.e. when I got a surprise PS2 for christmas in 2002 (I was 11 and a half) It came with Tony Hawks 4 which I really, really wanted and loved and Shaun something Surfing which was naff (which is actually quite good now) so my mum let me exchange it at the shop for... Vice City. To be fair, that game did introduce me to some banging 80s tunes.
I also got like the American Pie/Road Trip etc bullshit film VHS boxset for my 12th birthday or something. I think they just wanted me to get into GIRLS.
I was never allowed too many sweets, coke, or any of that sugary shite though growing up. I think they taught me well actually.
it was fucking shit. far too much work. i swear my cousins wasn't that hard to use.
Everyone at school watched it so missing it was social suicide. Telling my friends about being banned from it did lead to a chorus of 'Smyth's mum's a bitch' so i guess she was right about it being a bad influence...the bitch.
they were really easy going.
My mum did embarrass me once by asking for cutlery in McDonalds though, it was her first and last visit.
thinks the plastic trays and paper wrappers are tacky and puts her off her food. We ate there once, she had a filet-o-fish and nibbled it in silence staring at the walls.
we had to watch swap shop.
we had the last laugh when someone at school rang five star & called them wankers or someother such rude word.
they went on to be amoderatly succesful middle distance runner, or cross country runner.
which is fair play really. But that all stopped in my early teens, when you can start to pretty much do whatever you want.
When we went to dad's at the weekend the only thing we couldn't do was ring the premium number phonelines to claim the holidays and family saloon cars from those scratch off sheets that come in magazines.
No sweets except on Saturday if I had been well behaved. They made me hyper.
and because I was tall I'd get away with going to see 15 movies when i was 10/11.
Only thing they forbid me from watching was Nightmare On Elm Street when I was 10/11, snuck down and watched it when everyone was asleep. Holy shit, I was terrified, took me about 3 months after to feel comfortable in the bath again.
oh i can't even be bothered.
Still not allowed until I'm 25.
Always said it was "too American" and "not something we do in this country".
This was a massive hassle for me aged 10, but looking back, I think they were kinda right.
it was GUISING (is that just a scottish thing?)
But I was encouraged to read books. So I read Fear and Loathing at 13 or 14. That probably did me some damage because apparently my mind is wilder than Terry Gilliam's. I finished it and immediately re-read it. Awesome fun.
Wasn't allowed to watch MTV