3 things you miss and don't miss from childhood?

I miss not having to think about what to cook at mealtimes.

I don't miss the pain of having a critical, abusive, narcissistic addictive mother in control of everything I did or thought.

I should say an addict mother. Also, because I am an adult doesn't mean I am not influenced. Just that now she is old her power is diluted and I don't live with her.

Miss
Playing out with all the kids in our street
Going horse riding on a Saturday morning
My family, I'm the only one left

Don't miss
School dinners especially rice pudding
P.E. I particularly loathed netball and hockey...ugh!
Wearing national health specs

Miss
Mum
Dad
The freedom to roam all day with no fear

Don’t miss
School
Hand me downs
Women’s problems

Miss
My Grandma
Roller skating
City of my birth

Don’t miss
Outside toilet
Mother’s moods
Feeling poor

I miss everything except Syrup of Figs.

MISS
Picking bluebells in the woods with other small children without any cares or fears
Long days playing out with loads of energy - bikes, roller skates, rounders on the village green
Eating suet pudding with treacle on, and not even thinking about my waistline.

DON'T MISS
Cruel teachers I was terrified of.
A freezing cold house with frost on the inside of the windows and a frozen up outdoor loo.
Jumble sale clothes and liberty bodices

Miss
My Dad, who used to invent long involved games with me after work.
The stars at night - no street lights in the 1940s
Roaming fields and woods - all built over now
Don't miss
Handmedown clothes
The smell of yellow haddock cooking
Bare legs and knee socks in the winter

I dont miss
Izal toilet paper-ouch
Fish Friday-white fish in parsley sauce and mashed potato-a plate of goopy whiteness with a sprinkling of green parsley
I certainly don't miss my turn at reading the daily notices out to the entire assembled school in the morning.

What I do miss
My grandmas apple dumplings
Listening to comedy shows on the radio-Round the Horn, The Navy Lark, Hancock's Half Hour
Playing on the park all day without adult supervision

Miss
Our lovely labrador
Spending all the holidays at the swimming pool
My grandmother & grandfather

Don't miss
My parents-divorce wrecked my childhood
School
Poverty

Miss:
My mum's amazing roast beef dinners
The excitement of finding a present filled pillow case on the end of my bed on Christmas morning
Watching "The Groaves" with my mum and dad

Don't Miss:
Using squares of newspaper in the outside toilet
Awful ankle socks which fell down all the time
Finding out about periods and using the awful sanitary towels

Miss:

The lovely coal fire we had at home.
Mums baking.
Family favourites on the radio on Sunday morning.

Don't miss:

Single glazed windows - the frost formed on the inside of the windows in winter.
Cross country running in the flimsy PE kit we had to wear in the winter months.
Having to wear teeth braces for most of my childhood from aged 10/11.

MISS
The lovely beaches that were so near home.
Every Christmas Eve tucked up in a cosy bed at my Granny's house.
My Mum's apple pie, just delicious.
DON'T MISS
Outside toilet
Liberty bodices
The sewage cart emptying out the cesspits.

Kunzle cakes were made in Birmingham, my home town, and we knew several people who worked there. They were a bit expensive for us so the occasional one was a real luxury. I actually didn't like them very much as the filling seemed very rich.

I miss:
Feeling invincible
Roller skating
Pocket money, it was earned and special

I don’t miss:
Wooden spoon round the back of my legs
Having to go to bed when I didn’t want to
Being singled out for being tall