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like the things your family remember you doing and are like :))))))))) awwww
my favourite is i asked my mum to marry me
It really does look very miserable
we were on a sailing holiday once and i wanted to go out in the rowing boat, but we were about to eat or something so no one would go out with me, so i just went off on my own when no one was looking, just got swept out to sea as i was only about 5 and had never rowed before.
dad had to swim out to rescue me.
he was pretty angry
i remember learning how to do that. so a question to the mums and dads out there. when do you start brushing kids teeth? from day 1?
do you have to brush a kids teeth every night for 5 years?
so about six months.
I brush my son's twice a day. Fortunately he loves the taste of the toothpaste so is well into it.
we had the health visitor around the other day for 10 month check up and she bought free toothpaste and a toothbrush. Apparently there are toddlers with cavities which is pretty horrifying.
Our son absolutely loves the taste of toothpaste so it's a pretty easy and fun activity.
is more ewwwwww then awwwwww?
At primary school we used to make paper robots and blow them around the tables with straws trying to knock each others off. Obviously my grandad being ultra competitive he made mine out of wood with wheels and razors along the front, so not only was mine impossible to knock off, it shredded the other 'blowbots' and made them cry.
ah yeah we did that. my friend's brother was a robot wars champion so my friend built loads out of cardboard and wood and cocktail sticks and bottle openers and we stabbed them into each others robots and hands
then stuck a load of sharpened pencils in the front. Accidentally drove it into my mum's ankle, she was very angry, she did respect the danger of my robot creation.
Thinking back, it probably wasn't razors and this was something I've made up. COcktail sticks/sharpened pencils sound much more likely.
by shouting "jobbies". like to think it was like a proto-feminist statement or something. Was a proper white wedding and I was a "flower girl" ☺
and I went around the house doing an impression of Elmur Fudd and just saying 'I'm hunting wabbits' over and over. Only have very vague memories of that.
There were two girls who were twins at my school from 3-6 who used to look after me and tie my shoelaces and they were just generally awesome, and that was all very sweet. I also got married to a girl called Claire using a big green plastic ring. Never got that annulled, I'm not sure Phil was actually a priest at the time though, we were all about 5.
sucked a beaker onto my mouth to make a vacuum and then pulled it off my face, only to leave a Homer-Simpson-style purple mark around my mouth. I looked like I had a purple goatee. For 4 days
Things that are just as much fun to do as a "grown up".
I think nose picking stays pretty satisfying.
I didn't ever eat my bogies so can't comment on that.
to Margate for a family day trip with my cousins and we were running around the house of mirrors. I must've been about 8/9 and i stood infront of one that made me look extra short and i remember thinking i looked like a leprechaun but my child brain didn't think of the right word and instead i went "Dad! Look! I look like a lesbian!"
because he kept putting the magnet board away during story time on the carpet and i wanted to play with it <3
I was just a lump with a look of terror in my eyes, much like today
I remember I had this really stupidity/curiosity when I was a kid, one time I hit my ear really hard to see what would happen, gotta an ear ache/infection and had to take antibiotics, once it cleared up I did the same thing again to see if that was the cause, cut my thumb open by squeezing a blade of grass and quickly pulling, went inside to get a plaster (the last one) then went outside to do it again just to see if it was a fluke, used too hold onto level crossing barriers or the outside of escalators to get lifted up, kicked the stop button on a giant escalator at an (Amsterdam maybe) airport just to see what would happen (to my surprise it stopped)
I used to pretend to be a cat (a talking cat)
a girl talking cat
a girl talking cat called Jenny
I was a boy, by the way
walking up & down the garden chanting "Sexy ladies, bum-bum" when I was about 5. My mum never forgot it.
Pitbull would make a career out of it