What do you remember from your youth that would never happen today?

Listenening to old people anyone over 40, telling me how life was when they where our age, now im one of them.

Watching Till death do us apart,, and love thy neighbour and laughing at the jokes,

walking to school and cycling to school, being punched by teachers,

Realising some of the more physically developed boys and girls always got better marks after special lessons at lunch times,off 2 of the teachers,

That there would be snow at christmas and sun on summer holidays,

Watch this pair run out on bright sunny day at Elland rd, I don’t even like football but this picture made me feel old.

i have slow-worms in the back garden

At my school one pupil each year was appointed “college gun” and allowed to wander the grounds with a shotgun controlling vermin. This was early 90’s so not that long ago.

At my school one pupil each year was appointed “college gun” and allowed to wander the grounds with a shotgun controlling vermin. This was early 90’s so not that long ago.

WTF? Where the hell did you go to school? Beirut?

WTF? Where the hell did you go to school? Beirut?

Not quite. Hertfordshire.

The teacher bringing in the junior kids then electrocuting them with a Leyden Jar in physics lessons

Everyone wandering around the woods dawn – dusk with massive sheath knives building dens

Black widow catapults / GAT “Air Pistols”

Happy days….

.22 live rounds on a funfair!

Saw this in France last summer! It’s still 1998 there.

Gentlemen’s evening at the Rowing Club.
Super 8 projector, well used film, silent apart from the comments from the audience.

10m high diving platforms at the local swimming baths

dunno about that, but I remember using the 30ft high diving boards 😀

Riding on 26 inch wheels….those were the days.

Gerrin yer Fingers and Tops

Making massive piles of grass clippings at primary school and spending half and hour being the a-team and jumping into them.

I had a shotgun certificate at 13.

Fillings with no anaesthetic at all!!

Same here–was telling my current dentist about it (he is probably 32 years old) and he was incredulous

Starting at about 8 years old, my dad saddled up one of the horses every afternoon after school and I’d ride off across the ranch to round up errant cattle for milking and feeding. When I reached about 11 or 12, I was allowed to carry his 30-30 Winchester in a saddle scabbard in case I came across Wiley Coyote & company (who regularly marauded newborn calves and chickens). I was pretty sure I looked just like John Wayne.

Gentlemen’s evening at the Rowing Club.

never mind gentlemens evenings, we used to have em at dinnertime in the local working mens club!! 😀

robinsons golliwogs.

“Fillings with no anaesthetic”
I still do that:-) .

Going home from school on my horse..

Tom Howard – Snakebite, Have seen this used as a drama warmup game and still deployed in the scouts.

Walking to and from school in a foot of snow.

Then a cross country run.

Making a gokart from old pram wheels, and
riding it down the railway embankments

“Fillings with no anaesthetic”
I still do that:-) .

I did it then because that’s just what the small town dentist did–can’t imagine doing it now–makes me cringe to think about it

Conkers and sore knuckles

Playing 24 a side football up the local playing fields. Using bikes, coats or jumpers as posts, the game ended when it was too dark to see the ball.

Playing dodgeball with basketballs during p.e,
If you were caught cheating you were stood alone at the wall while the entire opposite team had a shot at you, all at once.
Pirates, brilliant fun! sadly banned when somebody fell and broke their finger.

Good new Star Wars films?

I have fond memories of helping nearby farmers make hay, drinking too much cider and falling from the top of the stack into soft hay below… everyone makes smelly silage these days!!

Oh and another thing…

Which school timmys? that’s my neck of the woods.

if youth is my mid to late teens,bushy fannys and women who actually wore stockings on a night out…awesome..

Sailing all day from dawn to dusk on a Starfish (early Laser) in the Florida Keys 😀

It will never happen again 🙁

I saw a tiny fairground shooting range thing along with a handful of stalls in a town square in the French Pyrenees in the early 90s. They too were .22 rifles but they weren’t tied down at all! You could’ve grabbed one and run off.

Bikebouy – reminds me, whole days out at sea (the med) on windsurfers without a life jacket (and in budgies 😳 ). No wonder I am a bit of a helmet rebel!!!

Was hit by a ricochet in the air gun range at CLSA game fair once and another bloke was hit in the back. Good job that didn’t make the papers…….

…..a mate who had a folding .410 in his golf bag. Nutter! Hiding the dead rabbits was funny to watch though.

Fillings with no anesthetic at all!!

Our village dentist used gas practically every visit. 1…2…. then waking up on the couch at home! Almost looked forward to it.

Building Nov 5th bonfires was entirely the local kids responsibility, cue rival gangs armed with axes hacking down ever larger trees and carrying them through the streets.

Sitting in a car parked on a steep hill outside the WMC whilst Dad was inside getting mashed . Occaisional coke and crisps brought out every 30mins or so.
Being able to buy 1 cigarette at a time
Being whipped by Mr Crouch if you were last in the school cross country run, with a whippy branch.
Playing death stars on the sports feild with the swimming pool roof . It ws made of fibre glass squares about 12″ square whwich were removed from the roof , quatered and launched at head height and the speed of sound across the playing feild.
walking 1/2 mile to Michael Edwards house then 2 miles to school from about aged 8.
Renting a B+ W TV
Being allowed in the boot of my dads Beetle for long journeys.
Being forced to go surfing in Cornwall in just swimmers pre breakfast.
Inter school fights with homemade firework launchers.

mate at school, physics department air rifle (!), tower block, football pitches outside (3 floors up). Mayhem.

Think Day of the Jackal (in fact he’s still known as Des the Jackal come to think of it).

Embarrassed if parents came to the school, although they never did.
“Bailing out”. Jumping off a swing when it was at it’s highest, the furthest jump won. This progressed to jumping from a standing position, had to get that right or you got a face full of tarmac.
Riding down the slide on your bike.
Jumping onto the back of the milk float to see how far you could go before the milky told you to **** off.
Swimming in local lakes/gravel pits.
Buying single cigs.
Watching through the windows at local community centre whilst strippers stripping.

My old man always had crap cars and was regularly down the local scrap yard on a Saturday morning pulling various bits out of cars. The place was like a playground to a nine year old boy. The cars were stacked three high on top of each other and there was oil and glass everywhere. I remember climbing up to the top cars and balancing on the roofs while my day was down below ripping the guts out of a Cortina.

Being allowed in the boot of my dads Beetle for long journeys.

😯 😯

Televisions where the ‘remote control’ was the youngest person in the room who had to get up, walk over to the TV and press one of three buttons to change channels.

Going to scout camps in the back of a furniture van with the whole troop and kit.

Cars with no seatbelts and unheated wing mirrors on the wings.

As a student I could buy a return air fare from London to New York for £100.

Trainers were called gutties.

The scouts I was in on the Wirral used a furniture van to get us to camp. When I moved to Scotland we went in a double deck sheep lorry, gear on the bottom deck, kids on the top. If it rained you got wet.

When I moved to Scotland we went in a double deck sheep lorry, gear on the bottom deck, kids on the top. If it rained you got wet.

A minute later and I’m still laughing and mopping up tears. Thanks.

As soon as you could reach the counter your whole life was making cups of tea for your mum or anyone who came in the house.

On the bushy fanny theme

Going on the school trip to France. Coach from Whitley bay to La Rochelle. Sitting by Emma Thomson who was the year above and had huge boobs

Wilson also in the year above asking me if I could sit by her and he’d give me a pack of Murray mints.

Two days later he gave me said bribe and said “she’s like a forest man”.

Those were the days.

Swimming off the rocks in the North Sea by Whitley bay.

Football in the park after school. Jumpers or bags for goalposts. Pitch as wide as the field.