Do you ever wish you could still be a child?

Yes, frequently - but at the time when I was a child, not in these very troubling times (and I don't just mean the virus).

I like to please my inner child these days, wouldn't like my childhood back though

I love my life now,I can jump in puddles with the wee GD's and stop to pick wild flowers with them ,we spend time discussing all sorts of stuff,it would surprise you.I have two great kids,well adult children who are happy and honest and hardworking and great company...and they like spending time with us and I have the most wonderful man with me every day and night and have had for 45 years .Sure its not all perfect my daughter has multiple health issues but that aside its pretty close to perfect ,Wouldn't swap it for the world on a plate

Thanks, VampireQueen.

I’ve just read George Orwell’s Down & Out in Paris and London where he speaks a lot of the tramps in London in those days.

Definitely not.

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.

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

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.

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

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

No thank you!

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

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!

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.

He wasprobably a famous author, Vampire Queen.

BTW what sort of dog was it?

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?

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.

Most definitely not!

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.

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

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 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 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.

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.

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 ].