Do you ever wish you could still be a child?

A friend's daughter looked in awe at a completely bald gentleman and said, politely "hello, man....what happened?"

The innocence of children... I don't wish I was still a child, but it would be nice if children today were not so aware of things (violence, things going on in the world).

When one of my sons was about 3, we were on a crowded bus when he pointed at a black woman and said: "Look at that lady". I was mortified, as I thought he'd meant her colour - he was referring to a woollen hat she was wearing!

Only occasionally. I think my personal life has got better as I've aged.

VQ do you think you went back in time? I remember a local tramp who looked like that.
I would only wish to be a child again if it was me 'inside' ...then I could do things better [also to put money on Red Rum ].

We lived in a Workingmen’s Club the year that Foinavon won the Grand National at 100 to 1. There was a mysterious bookie’s hut with blacked out windows in the back yard and one of the jovial regulars put a shilling for me on the horse of my choice. I chose well. It’d be nice to go back to that day and put the contents of my piggy bank on it.

Yes often just to spend time with both of my parents. They were the best days of my life, only I didn't realise it at the time. Sadly my lovely dad died when I was 19.

I wish I could still be a child when it comes to cooking and housework. When I was young my mother kept a spic and span clean house and always meals cooked lovely all from fresh. Everything was ironed even all the bed sheets.
Never fully realised how hard she worked until I had my first child, suddenly grew up overnight and then I was doing all that stuff. Mother you were the best!

Yes,I'd love to be a child again, before my Grandparents died. Like Lemon though, I would do some things differently, (hindsight!!) but by and large it hasn't been too bad!!

I had lovely parents too, how lucky was that!!

Lemongrove...you know it was really weird. Things did seem odd but I can't put my finger on how. That's what made me think I'd met the Crow Man.

Most definitely not!

Yes for the freedom we had back then. Out all day on our bikes, very few restrictions on where we could go except on Sundays. The simple pleasures we enjoyed then, a weekly comic, bag of sweets from my father at the weekend. I know I'm looking back through rose tinted glasses but the good memories remain.

Oh yes- I miss my parents so much, especially my mum. Her cooking was the best, we had some lovely times as children. I’m lucky I have two wonderful sisters, only 4 years between us. God bless you mum and dad?

He wasprobably a famous author, Vampire Queen.

BTW what sort of dog was it?

Oh yes. When I walked our dog today I passed several areas covered in bluebells and thought back to when I was a child, out playing with my two friends and we used to go to the woods and pick bluebells for our mothers and take them home. Sadly my two dear friends have now passed away, there is only me left and I would love to go back and relive one or more of those days. We all had loving parents and spent a lot of time with each others’ families, we didn’t realise at the time how special those years were but we did talk of them later.

Purplepixie my Dad was lovely too and he died when I was 22, something that still makes me sad.

No, I much prefer life as an adult.

What is the Crow Man? I’ve never heard of him. I know I could Google but it’s nicer to hear from Gransnetters!

I would love to have my childhood again, exactly as it was. Such a very happy time and many wonderful memories.

No thank you!

Yes, all that love, a large extended family, great community,
the safest place in the world, until 1966.

Good job we have got our memories because kids of today haven't.

I'm not very good with dogs but I think it was a boxer.

The Crow Man is a mysterious character who wanders the country. He's at one with nature and understands it in ways we can't. A sort of Green Man but looks human. In the Worzel Gummidge stories he is the maker of the magic scarecrows.

Nope, wouldn’t want to be that child again.

When I was a child we were on the bus going into Birmingham, I saw my first black man sitting near us. I turned to him and said ‘Are you made of liquorice’ ? Fortunately he laughed.

I would love to be a child again, but with the knowledge of life I have now.

Definitely not.