My parents are liberal, free lovin' hippies....
Who read the Daily Mail.

No, I can't work that one out either.
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:41, Reply)

Tiswas
Watching Tiswas was banned for some reason that even now as a parent myself I cannot fathom. Apparently Swap Shop with Noel Edmunds on the BBC was 'proper', but Chris Tarrant on ITV wasnt.
I now nurture a deep grudge against Noel Edmunds.
(anat0010, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:32, Reply)

Well...
My Parents were strict in the antisocial mentality
as in my curfew up untuil I was 17 was around 6:00
and I was not allowed to so much as cross the street untuil I was 15.
Also could not have anything resembling a gun in the house i.e. waterguns, rubberband guns, cap guns, M16s, basically anything with a trigger
lets see...
wasnt allowed to watch TV untuil I was about...10? and then I was allowed 2 channals.
and to this day, no video game systems are allowed in my house, exceptions include gameboys and PC games that met approval of the overlords.
Thank god I'm in college now
Even now I'm not allowed to smoke, hasn't stopped me though. been smoking for about a year and they have no clue.
Length? bah, I was oppressed.
( Arsonade is saving up for a new box of hummus, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:30, Reply)

Ooh, I thought of one
I was never allowed to have ice-cream from vans, because my mother was convinced it was unhygienic. I had to have wrapped lollies instead.

I was also never allowed a pair of jelly shoes when they were en vogue.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:30, Reply)

Double Standards
I was the first born and my parents were incredibly strict.....with me!

I was made to eat soap when I swore, I had a strict dealine for getting in (10PM, including after I had left home) and if I wasn't in before midnight on Christmas Eve(the only night I was allowed out after 10), my parents locked me out of the house.

My brother, however, stayed out until all hours, smoked, shaggged, got high, got detention every day, destroyed my parents house on more than one occassion, has been excluded from college, has been brought home by the police a few times for being drunk and incapable and committed credit card fraud which blacklisted my parents for a while, was barely told off.

However, there is small consolation for me. I have a knock-out high-earning job, my own home, and three or four holidays a year.

He lives in a shitty council house with a chavvy girlfriend (think Vicky Pollard), two kids and another one on the way.

And, she's so ugly, a horse kicked her in the head. She's proud of that.
(Jugular, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:28, Reply)

dubious moral standards
As a child my sister and I were not allowed to watch Disney films and went to various sporting activities on Saturday mornings so we missed out on a lot of cartoons and general kids programs that probably would have made our school years a lot more bearable if we knew about, and could freely discuss with the other oiks in the playground. As it was we were social retards and our parents were quite happy about this, as they were of the belief that Disney (and the majority of children’s television) was a bad influence, and them not having cartoons as children did them no harm after all. Neighbours was strictly banned as it was classed as ‘trash’. We had limited televisual access when we were little to say the least.

Skip on several years and my 15 year old self wants to go clubbing in our local rock dive. I am instantly given parental permission for this activity, dropped off at the train station and a fiver is stuffed into my hand (a lot of money for a place that is £10 in with a free bar) and I am told to have fun.

I personally don’t understand how they could quite happily financially and morally support my underage drinking, yet wouldn’t allow us possibly the most innocent TV experiences we would have ever had?

Oh, I was also banned from chewing and bubble gum until I was 14, but my Mother told me it was made from cow's intestines and whale blubber so as a child I was quite disgusted by the mere prospect of eating it. It wasn’t till I was much older and voiced these objections about it and people laughed at me did I really find out what it was made from. I'll say it again; social retard
(LittleMissBunbury I'd take you seriously but you're covered in soap, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:18, Reply)

Bizzare parents = bizarre rules
Being the daughter of two morris dancers, you can imagine my childhood was "imaginative" but when it came to being told not to do stuff, I'm sure my brother an I didn't have the monopoly, here are some strange things anyway:

We were told never EVER to bite the toothpaste tube, after tooth marks mysteriously appeared one day.

Shutup is the most offensive term known to man and we were forbidden to use it.

and finally and probably the most strange of all, we were banned from picking caterpillars off the cabbages and keeping them in the house after one year they exploded*

Strange childhood me!

*a species of wasp laid its eggs in them and the little wasps ate them from the inside out until they literally turned to mush... it took my parents ages to get rid of all the little wasps in the kitchen.
( Chorizowagon Came wandering back on, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:16, Reply)

.
For some reasons known only to themselves, my parents frowned upon every one of my hobbies.

Granted, necrophilia and a keen interest in rubber fetishism were a little little unusual for a ten year old lad, but there was no "grey area" with them...shagging one barely warm corpse whilst wearing a day-glo green wet-suit made me some sort of monster in their eyes.
(phil lawton, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:08, Reply)

Fashion ban & 3D clothes
My mum went through a stage of making clothes for us kids and insisting we wore them. One day she made me a fetching pair of golden, yes golden trousers! that were half mast and so very very shiny.

This was bad enough but worse was to come when she made me wear them with the jumper my gran had knitted me the week before...it was purple with a picture of an ice-cream sunday on it, but the three scoops of ice-cream were made from pom-poms!

I wore them though, as it was either that or the tracksuit my gran had knitted me, complete with arm and leg stripes - I kid thee not.

I'm still very very lonely.
(cherry B, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 15:08, Reply)

It's the little things....
I was allowed pretty much free reign when I was a nipper. Largely due to the fact that my brother and sister were much more trouble than me. Bless.

Anyway, the one severe dressing down/massive screaming argument I recall was instigated by my failure to rotate the margarine.

For those not in the know, this heinous crime involved not only opening and using a new tub of margarine, but putting it back ON TOP of the old, open one. So everyone else would be more likely to use the new one as well!

I'm surprised I'm still an upstanding member (hehe) of society and not languishing in a dingy prison cell for my crimes.
(lessmiserable, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:59, Reply)

I was banned from doing almost everthing
weekend curfews of 20:30, weekdays 19:00 up until the age of 15. Was not allowed opinions, yet alone friends. Still, joined the RN at 16 and now I am one of the most disturbed individuals you could wish to meet. Fancy a beer anyone?
(pedro9million Chronic incompetence, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:59, Reply)

I did everything my parents forbade me- only years later
When I was about 11 I was into hardcore house music, like everyone was in Holland in 1996. So I desperately wanted a bomberjacket- like everyone in Holland wore in 1996. But my parents wouldn't buy me one as bomberjackets had 'something to do with the war'('it's nazi-ish'). If they had, instead, told me i would look like an utter chav with such a jacket, which is a 100% fact, I would not have bought one in 2005, after years of latent wrath. Never wore it.

I was also not allowed to do anything involving the suggestion of violence, fake weapons etc. Top Tip for parents: kids have to know toy guns and swords to know these are crap and boring after a while. Forbid these items, and face obsessive behaviour in adolescence.

It's all about phases- the forbidden items are the keys through phases of youth. True.
(Le Man Marathon in English 'The Marathon Man', Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:57, Reply)

parental oddness
my parents were hippies so i got to do pretty much anything i wanted when i was young. play out till it gets dark? sure. go camping with friends aged ten? no problem. go roaming northumberland on bike? be back by tea time! smoke in my bedroom aged 17? just open the window!

but 'wear luminous green socks while they are fashionable?' no fekking way! are you blind?! i'm not allowing those things in _my_ house!

parents, eh?
(localhost, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:50, Reply)

Cycling To School
My folks decided to ban me from riding to school because I would get get dragged under a car and be brutally killed.

Occasionally I would wait until they both left for work and I'd take the bike from the shed and cycle happily off to school. Except for one day I was cycling along and the chain was making a strange clicking noise. I looked down to work out what was going on before thinking to myself "hang on, wasn't there a van up ahead?". I looked up to be presented with a white van only a few metres away, which I collided with with enough force to reshape my front wheel into an oval.

It was bad enough that I'd only managed to get 50 metres from my house but the worst part was that the van was parked... The shame.

I never cycled anywhere after that.
(CopyConstructor, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:45, Reply)

I was banned from
fucking my sister up the arse. I still did though, I'd follow her home from school and jump her in the woods near our house. I told her if she told anyone I'd kill her kitten. Sometime she'd bleed so badly that she wouldn't go home for ages in case mum found out and I'd kill her kitten. She get beaten by my dad for being late. HA!

Anyway, she's a crack whore now. Happy Days!
(you're all a bunch of twats anyway, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:44, Reply)

I was so strict a mother
that one of my sons joined the army for an easier life.

This is true. I learned it from his father, during a row. I was very proud.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:41, Reply)

Girl Guides
When I was little, all my little friends were in Brownies and then Girl Guides when they were older. I wasn't allowed to join because my father was convinced that the whole Scout movement was a facist organisation. The fact that my local troop were 90% non-white was deemed irrelevant.

My father thinks all WASPs are racist, facist bigots. He does not see the irony in this.

Click "I like this" if you think he's a knob.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:29, Reply)

When I was in sixth form, I lived with my Grandma
(RIP), cause she lived closer to the school I went to (parents moved away to a wholly new area, see).
She would not let me out at in the evenings past 10pm. On a weekend, that was extended to 11pm.
For context, my parents (with whom I'd lived up til I was 15) let me out at weekend up til about 3am, provided I told them.
Being 17, and entitled to drive at 16 in my country, I had a car and a girlfriend. I was a responsible lad, not drinking and driving or anything, but - well, that car saw some abuse: both mechanical and sexual. You can't take ladies home for a shag when you live with you gran, nor will their parent's think much of you using her bed, and in the wilds of the Irish Sea, outdoors is a bit parky for sex.

Anyway, I had dropped of my girlfriend at her place at about 9.50pm. I was about ten miles from home via winding country roads, the likes of which only the Peak District, Wales and Scotland can mirror. It was a weekday. I had lost track of time while jiggling the car excitedly with my young lass. Ten minutes to get home, ten miles... I needed to average 60 miles an hour in a 1 litre mini... just about possible.
So, dead of night, on country roads, I thrashed it home. Because at times I had to drop down to 30 for the bendy roads, I had to get up to 70 and 80 whenever I could. Past the airport, I floored it on the only piece of dual carriageway on the whole Island.

That's a 40 zone. No-one lives there, but it's a 40 nonetheless. I got followed and stopped.

The police man was very polite. He asked why I was in such a hurry. I told him my granny didn't let me out past ten, and I was going home. He asked where I'd been, and I told him I'd been seeing my girlfriend. He shook his head and told me to get off home while he reported me for my fine.

Arriving home, at half-past ten, my gran had called the police. She was just putting down the phone when I got in. I got my ear chewed, and confessed to being stopped on the way home - so I could blame the police for being late! That didn't help though, she grounded me (a chap legally entitled to marry, drive, buy fags - grounded!).

My mum told me, at my gran's funeral, years later, that she'd pulled the same guilt trick on her when she was that age. Gran waited up, and as mum'd come in late, she'd picked up the phone, said "No, don't worry officer, her she comes now," to the dial tone, and hung up.

So not only was she a strict lady, she was a blagging old bag too! Loved her though.
( no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:29, Reply)

motorpsycho
my mum banned me from buying a motorbike as well. I think she used a phrase similar to "not so long as you live under my roof". I left at 17. Welcome to the world of two wheeled madness!
(kaptinkurtz, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:26, Reply)

I didn't do quite as well as expected with my GCSEs
So over the christmas holidays in the Phillipines (we were better off back then), my dad made me go through my entire Geography, Music, Spanish and French files in our room. Whilst they went out to play in the sun.

The best part was the third degree I got from him every time a piece of info was unaccounted for (being that age and all, you'd expect your files to be in complete order, right?). Little bastard really had a way of making you feel scared.

Aah, the old scars come out to play!
( Frisbee OG wanker, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:25, Reply)

Dib dib don't

I was banned from joining the cubs or scouts because my mum objected on principle to all paramilitary organisations.

I was also not allowed to join the army cadet corps at school later and was bullied mercilessly as a result not just by my schoolmates but also by my housemaster.

Oh, and I was stopped from having guitar lessons so that I could learn the french horn instead. Who else plays the french horn except for military maching bands?

And I was banned from riding a motorbike.
(SpittyWoonerism, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:22, Reply)

TV - lost until I was 14
Me and my mate Richard from Middle school formed a gang that would sneak into town to watch telly.

We were both banned from watching it at home (tellys only in parents' bedrooms).

So we would wander round radio rentals on a saturday morning 'watching' Going Live (with that bloody gopher) and the sadly missed Chart Show.

Sad but true.
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:22, Reply)

Food and stuff
As a young child in the 70's I NEVER had ice cream bought for me by my Mum or Dad...Not that they thought it was bad for me but that neither of them liked it so didn't bother (grrrr)...Also as they were both leftie hippie types thought that toy guns or anything vaguely warlike(toy soldiers etc) were the devils spawn and I wasn't allowed them AT ALL EVER...If I played war at school and said anything to my dad about it he would go into a big "so you think war is good do you" lecture where he would go through members of my family (granny Granda Uncles etc) and say- "Would you like them to die in a War!!???"....Mmmmmm don't think it worked really as I am really interested in military history, wargame regularly, fence and own a collection of swords etc...
(archstanton The gold is next to me....leave me be, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:18, Reply)

Ultimate Ban
My parents are very strange in that the only thing I was/am banned from doing, is revealing what I do with other people to them. I am allowed to smoke, drink, do drugs, fornicate, whatever I want. As long as I dont tell them. (f.y.i. i only do 2 of the previously mentioned activities, pick your favourites)
( faultykyle, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:18, Reply)

One more...
Oh, and I was never allowed a gameboy, because my mother thought that I would develop arthritis in my thumbs that would interfere with my music.

Even when I bought one off the mate of the son of my CDT teacher for £20, she found it hidden in my knicker drawer and made me give it back. I didn't get recompensed the £20 though.

10 years later, I am now completely addicted to the Star Wars Lego game on the PS2, and my thumbs (and all my other digits) are fine, as is my flute-playing.

Silly mother.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:17, Reply)

ah, nostalgia
heh. Being gifted at an early age with parents who practiced victorian syle discipline, who were racist, and in hindsight, not that clever, the potential for conflict was ever present. Especially when growing up in the seventies, all my mates parents seemed to be ultra-liberal hippies.
Banned?
The Young Ones, (depravity apparently)
Roots, (although my folks were equal opportunity racist scum; unless you were white shite and stupid with it, 'not in this house')
Football, (that was just fucking cruel)
Hanging out with my new asian friend, whose parents had just escaped Idi Amin, and got really lucky with being housed in our lovely little shithole council estate. Incidentally, this was when at age ten i developed a keen sense of hypocrisy and paradox, when, after refusing to join some of the local kids (chavs i believe they would be called these days) in standing outside said asian mates house and shouting racist crap, i was treated to a right kicking. my dear old racist dad upon finding out then went round to lead chav kids house and pummelled his father. ironically, a week wouldnt go by when i didnt get at least a couple of smacks off the old cnut - guess he didn't want anyone else muscling in on the action.
Needless to say i left home minutes after turning 16, and look forward to urinating on their graves on a regular basis.
(bollox, not again, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:16, Reply)

Rather sad....
I am banned from burping around my girlfirend...As for my parents, I was banned from EVERYTHING!
(gw636 ~greater authority through social engineering!, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:15, Reply)

rum
When I was 15 or so, I went out carol-singing with some of the other villagerse; couple of hours singing, ending up at the Hare and Hounds where we'd do a few carols and get a drink each on the house.

This was the first time I'd done it, and as we didn't ever go to the pub in the village, I wasn't a familiar face. I looked rather older than 15, and when offered my free drink, chose a nice double dark rum.

I got home about 45 mins later and shouted a cheery rum-soaked "hullo" to the parents. My mother immediately knew I'd been drinking, and was quietly furious (which is worse than being loudly angry). So the following day, she marched me to the Hare and Hounds, and made me, in front of all the punters (including some rather fit Young Farmers) apologise to the landlord for not having told him I was underage! WTF? Shurely he should have been the one being bollocked?!

Anyway, I was far too humiliated to go there again for...erm...6 years...I suppose she managed to stop be being one of those teenage binge-drinkers that are such a blight on rural Cambridgeshire. And yes that was sarcastic. Damn you mother!
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:14, Reply)

A guy that used to live across the road from us
Me and my brother had a mate,and although his mum wasn't overly strict, she did ask that he look both ways twice before crossing any road, and never run across it. So whenever we played tick, me and my brother would run across the road whenever he was on the same side as we were, wait for him to slowly cross, and then run across again, ensuring we were never caught.

He moved to Germany a while back, and I lost contact with him. However, thanks to MySpaz, we have gotten back in touch. Hurray!
(Keiths Dad, Thu 8 Mar 2007, 14:09, Reply)