Namsnanny. I too detest Steptoe and Son, to this day. I just do not see how two people being so cruel to each other and having such vicious rows can possibly be seen as funny! We did not have a TV, so I can't add it as one from my childhood although I saw it at other people's houses sometimes. I cannot watch any rows on TV serious or "comedy", I start to shake and my stomach clenches.
I didn't want to "get heavy" but unfortunately when asked this question I immediately remember bad things like being bullied and my mother shouting and my poor dad looking terribly upset and going up the garden... I understand Bradfordlass always feeling as if she is about to be told off as well. I had that as a child and during my marriage.
Our school milk too was defrosted on the big central heating pipes. I was intolerant of milk so used to be sick. One Teacher who's name actually contained the word "hate' said I was being sick on purpose. I was 6.
Oh yes - I hated the reading scheme - I think it was Dick and Dora! I just thought it was so boring! The children were so stupid and always nice and clean.
I hated the smell if diesel on the bus and the smoke from people smoking. I would get travel sick.
We were given cod liver oil - that made me retch!
I can remember the magical things I liked as a child too! Autumn leaves - the Chestnut trees.. Most of my memories come from nature and some are so precious I still keep them to myself. I think when things are hard, as a child you learn how to make the best of it and protect yourself.
It reminds me of "Innisfree". "I shall have some peace there," for "I hear it in the deep heart’s core" or like Wordsworth in Daffodils in the last stanza, when he has said how as he looked upon the daffodils little did he realise how much life-long pleasure they would provide. For me too, I often go back to times in the countryside, when I was with my pets and nature but otherwise alone. As Wordsworth says:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.