Do you ever wish you could still be a child?

No, definitely not. Today's children have got a very difficult life ahead of them due to global warming.

I'm glad I've only got 10/20 years left.

Not unless I could have all the life skills and wisdom I've got now as a child but then you wouldn't be a child so no, I don't wish I was a child again but happy to see the child in the Grandchildren .

No. It wasn't a good time for me.

We all still have some inner child surely? Spent a day last week happily lobbing water bombs at DH and the DGC, we all got soaking wet and laughed like mad.?

No as it was not a happy childhood apart from my weeks in the country with my godmother.
I’m left with a love for ‘childlike’ things, not childish, like pop up books, children’s films etc. Probably something to fill that gap.

Not really! Memories were evoked during my recent stay in a rehab. hospital. Being on two diuretics, I had to wear waterproof nappies to avoid disgracing myself doing 20 stand-ups from a chair. I never did like wet Men's legs!

No.
Loved my family life but horrible memories of school till I left at the age of 16. I was tall and had to take a lot of name calling and cruel jokes. I was also shy so found it impossible to retaliate.

No.

NEVER! But I wouldn't mind going back to my teens in the 60's.

I’d only want to be a child again if I could have a different mother.

No, never - my childhood was ghastly.

On the other hand one of my children says that childhood was so wonderful it’s worth repeating. I’ll take that! ?

No I had a lovely big family and we moved in the 60s to the outskirts which was ideal growing up.
My innocent world changed when at ten I went on my only ever holiday with an aunt and uncle.

Nope. I get close to it when careering down a hill on a bike though

Only if i could remember being an adult,so i could do so many things differently.

Not unless I could bring the knowledge I have with me today, but then I wouldn't be a child.

Yes and no. Had a lovely happy childhood in a small village in Kent. Lost my Dad when I was 28. Moved to Yorkshire when I married and had 2 amazing sons and now 4 adorable grand children. Life moves to quickly and i think at times we all wish we could turn the clock back to those carefree days of childhood.

Oh yes, it would be heaven to go back and be a child again. Mum, Dad and all my siblings together. Our wonderful dogs too and not a care in the world. If only we knew how precious those days were. I would love to be able to tell mum how much i loved her and to say sorry for taking her for granted at times. I would also love to see my nan again and ask her about family history and i would defo visit her more than i did.

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Paddyanne you are very blessed
I wouldn't want to feel the way I did as a child but I do envy young children the freedom from adult worries and responsibilities. I think we should let them stay that way for as long as possible.

I am one of the lucky ones and remember my childhood as a happy time. Busy hard working loving parents. Miss them both even now! My Mum taught me about the things in life that really matter, so when going through a tough time I think of her and count my blessings. Strong memories of being with my brother and sister and safe in the knowledge I was loved. At the time I didn't know how fortunate I was. I know now how lucky I was and recognize many people do not have good memories of their childhood.

Only because I would have my lovely Mum and Dad.
I love to see children skipping and dancing and chatting to themselves without a care of who is
watching. When do we loose that ?

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No because I was bullied both at school and by my brother. I also had a health condition which made the children at my school avoid me. My mum was an hysteric with a personality disorder any my dad was depressed (probably because of my mum).

All this has taken years to come to terms with and re gain the self esteem which was knocked out of me.

When I was about 6, my mother and I were travelling on the top of a double decker bus. Up ahead of us was a young black man, unusual in those days. I asked my mother in a loud voice why this man was black, and she replied that it was because he came from a very hot country and the colour of his skin protected him from being burnt by the sun which is very much hotter there than it is here. Two stops later the young man walked past us to get off the bus, and as he passed he looked at my mother (who smiled at him) and whispered , Thankyou.
I've always remembered that incident, and learned by it.

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