What were you not allowed to do as a child because it 'wasn't nice'?

Drop my 'aitches - the maternal wrath would descend.

Listen to 78 of Jake Thackeray!

Eat in the street - especially if in school uniform.

Whisper. Lunacy I know, but my mum had a real thing about it.

I wasn't allowed to meet anyone if it was near a certain pub (as a teen) because that wasn't nice, even though it was at a crossroads, right in the middle of all 4 roads.

I wasn’t allowed to
have my ears pierced

We were most definitely not allowed to say "Liar".
We only told fibs in our house.

Eat in the street.
Go to the cinema on a Sunday.

Eat in the street/ on public transport either in or out of school uniform
Pointing at anything ( buildings just as much as people...bizarrely)
Being too loud ( noisy conversation.....somebody might look!)
When in cafes/buses etc.
Eat every morsel on the plate/ scrape the plate ( a mouthful had to be left for Miss Manners.)

MissA ?

Not allowed to wear red shoes. Apparently, only "prossies" wear red shoes.

I wasn't allowed to wear long wellies, because they didn't look nice on my spindly legs.

Also, I wasn't allowed to wear navy blue knickers.

Allowed to watch TV, if we had been to the cinema, in the afternoon.

No navy blue knickers MissA? You should have let me know, I'd have given you some of mine. I was made to wear them for almost the whole of my childhood.

I wasn’t allowed to wear jeans. I did buy some when I got a Saturday job but tried not to wear them near home as it always caused problems!

Well, it wouldn't have mattered, because we weren't allowed to "cock our legs about" or roll on the floor, either, so nobody would have seen them.

Not allowed to play with certain people.Even at 17 my mother wouldn't let me go into a flat with a friend because of what she knew of her father. I was too late to get another flatshare and had a lonely bedsit instead.

chewbacca Oh my goodness, I had several pairs of red shoes when in my teens and twenties!
My mother wouldn't let me speak in the local Black Country dialect but the accent was all right.

My mum and dad must have been pretty easy. No not allowed's that I can think of.

No eating in the street or on public transport. Not to go to school without a hat. On the other hand we were allowed to go out for the day and play in the local stream, completely unsupervised, from the age of 5!

Make a fuss in public. When I was eight my brother shut my fingers in the car door and I wasn’t allowed to cry until I was in the house.
Eat in the street. Actually, this was a reportable offence at school too- worth a detention. As was removing our hats and our gloves. We weren’t supposed to talk to the boys from the boys’ school either.

Sorry Dora but I think that takes the biscuit, having to wait until you were home to "make a fuss!"

Not allowed navy knickers (felt so stupid in my old granny flowery things).
Not allowed to have my friends over when my dad was in.
Not allowed to touch my bum or anywhere remotely “rude”
Not allowed to use names for “rude” body parts
Not allowed to stay up past very strict bedtime, unless dad was on night shift ...hurray....in which case the rules went out the window.
Not allowed to “show off”
Not allowed to whisper (whispering is back biting and back biting is telling lies???? )
Not allowed to sit on the wall outside the shops.
Not allowed to stay over at my friends unless I took my sister too.

Just remembered another one - don't sit on a radiator, all sorts of dire threats of what might ensue!

I wasn't allowed to go upstairs on the school bus, because the "rough" kids went up there, and more importantly my socks would get filthy.

I was one of the “rough kids” from the council estate MissA