Strict Parents
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
I always thought my parents were quite strict, but I can't think of anything they actually banned me from doing, whereas a good friend was under no circumstances allowed to watch ITV because of the adverts.
This week's Time Out mentions some poor sod who was banned from sitting in the aisle seats at cinemas because, according to their mother, "drug dealers patrol the aisles, injecting people in the arm."
What were you banned from doing as a kid by loopy parents?
( , Thu 8 Mar 2007, 12:37)
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My mum's parents
Her dad was an illiterate, alcoholic steel worker with five kids - one of them disabled. They were so poor that they made the boys wear their older sister's clothes during the early years of school. The mother and three sisters slept in one bed, and the father and two sons slept in the other.
Each morning when the father got up early to go to work, he would pull all the covers off the boys - just to be spiteful. One day, they tried to hold on to the covers and he beat them up so badly that they couldn't go to school.
The older brother was killed by a train - he was almost unidentifiable - and the disabled girl died. My mother had rickets. She remembers her most extravagant Christmas gift as an orange (which she had to share.) Oh, and grandad used to molest his eldest daughter every night, which grandma knew about but didn't comment on because it stopped him from beating her up.
When my mother left home aged 15, her mother's parting words were: "Don't bring any trouble home here."
Not funny, but it kind of puts the other posts into perspective.
( , Wed 14 Mar 2007, 9:16, Reply)
Her dad was an illiterate, alcoholic steel worker with five kids - one of them disabled. They were so poor that they made the boys wear their older sister's clothes during the early years of school. The mother and three sisters slept in one bed, and the father and two sons slept in the other.
Each morning when the father got up early to go to work, he would pull all the covers off the boys - just to be spiteful. One day, they tried to hold on to the covers and he beat them up so badly that they couldn't go to school.
The older brother was killed by a train - he was almost unidentifiable - and the disabled girl died. My mother had rickets. She remembers her most extravagant Christmas gift as an orange (which she had to share.) Oh, and grandad used to molest his eldest daughter every night, which grandma knew about but didn't comment on because it stopped him from beating her up.
When my mother left home aged 15, her mother's parting words were: "Don't bring any trouble home here."
Not funny, but it kind of puts the other posts into perspective.
( , Wed 14 Mar 2007, 9:16, Reply)
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