Your biggest disappointment as a child.

Discovering the cupboard where my unwrapped Christmas presents were some weeks before Christmas so that there were no surprises on Christmas Day.

I am sure there were more important disappointments, but that is the one I remember, and I never ever open birthday or Christmas presents before the appropriate day.

Lexisgranny My children did this too! I found out from the youngest who blurted it out despite being sworn to secrecy by her oldest sister (8) and I had to replace every one of the presents to keep the surprise going! I also had to return or gift all the found toys as it was questioned if FC was real because of the present finding!

I always wanted a puppy, i was an only child and felt lonely, I’d be about 9 at the time, I came home from school one day to find a boxer puppy, i was so excited ! I was in school the next day, when my friend who went home to lunch ,came back and told me they’d given my puppy back as he was too boisterous ! I wouldn’t believe her, but it was true, mum felt she couldn’t cope with him ? I did get a puppy two years later, loved him to bits.

Discovering there was no Father Christmas

I have many things I could list .... however my parents not bothering with my 11th birthday, no card even. My mum gave me half crown to buy some sweets and a comic, when I said something. To be honest at the time it was ok, but it’s something I thought about when I was an adult. They were not mean, just busy keeping a roof over our heads.

Discovering that moles were very small creatures, having read books with them in, I’d imagined them cat sized, obviously I had no idea of perspective!

Having to wear my unruly curly hair short. I wanted to have long hair in plaits like the other little girls at school. When I left school the first thing I did was grow my hair long probably as an act of rebellion but I really loved it.

Marmalade was my great disappointment. I was probably 5 or 6. It was spread on a piece of toast which I bit into with great anticipation. I thought it would be sweet not sharp and horrible, and I couldn't swallow it. I've never been able to eat orange marmalade to this day, but I do like Lime or Lemon & Lime.

Going to hospital to have my tonsils out with the promise of jelly and ice cream because my throat would be too sore to cope with anything else .
Instead I got bread and butter .
At 80 I still feel bitter - ?
At 80 that still

Going to see my Dad in hospital after an operation with my Mum to find his mistress sitting with him!

That tv programmes weren’t like books in that you could go back to the exact point where you’d left off!

I knew that that the programme carried on if you popped to the loo but assumed that if you switched off, it simply stopped until switched back on!

Mine isn't very nice I was one of eight children we were bought up on a then small council estate. It was idyllic surrounded by farms were we had a great time out doors. We didn't have holidays we had the odd day out on the Wirral.
I was ten years old and told I was to go on a caravan holiday in Wales. With my aunt and uncle and cousins I couldn't believe I was going on a holiday. I was a shy freckle faced innocent girl and knew I would miss my family but was excited about the trip away.
My cousins were constantly told to go and play on the beach. Also they were told I had an upset tummy so I would not be joining them. I can remember thinking I haven't got an upset tummy.
When I got home I tried to tell my mum bad things had happened. I remember her screaming at me. I was not to tell anyone especially my dad because he would end up in prison. I never did tell my dad who I adored. I did talk to my mother years later about it she repeated what she said to me as a ten year old. I loved my mum but I couldn't understand her motive and was disappointed. I was ever so protective of my children that's probably why.

Not getting a big toy cuddly monkey like my best friend's one for my 6th birthday. I can picture it now!

My mum had a friend who told me she knew the boss of Pans People and when I was 12 I’d be able to join them. I lived with that dream until I hit 12. Mum laughed at me and said of course it wasn’t true. I was devastated. I’d told everyone I was going to be in Pans People.
Also getting a Sindy doll for Christmas and running excitedly to my friend- who produced Sindy, Paul, the little sister Patch and the red sports car. ?

Oh RedHead I'm so sorry

Never getting my own pony. Every xmas, every birthday, it was all I ever dreamed of. And then one day, my mother told me that my dad had arranged to buy my favourite pony from our local stables, but because I was such a bad girl, she had cancelled it. And that was true - I later found out that she had indeed done this. Every birthday and xmas since then has been a massive disappointment.

Like you TrendyNannie, no such thing as Father Christmas----but I found out the hard way by not being able to sleep because of the excitement until I peeped over the bedclothes and saw my dad struggling in the bedroom with my pillowcase in the hope that nothing rustled to wake me.
The magic had gone !

When I was very small I had a toy train to sit in. My older brother had a red pedal car which he could drive! In my head I knew I would get the car when I grew bigger, and he outgrew it. I didn’t. I still don’t know why. Was it because I was a girl?

Finding that the soft cuddly present I was expecting to be a puppy was a big soft fluffy towel! I should have realised when it was wrapped up!

Aged about 10, my Dad saying it might be possible to have a pony. I was so excited till my Mum told me he should never have agreed to such a thing as we couldn't possibly afford it.

We used to go to a neighbours house on Boxing Day evening after tea for drinks and nibbles. By drinks I mean the grown ups had a glass of Sanatogen Tonic Wine. When I was about 10, Mum said I could have a taste of it. I was so
excited to be allowed a sip of this nectar.

What a disappointment! It was bitter and nasty. I had thought it would be an adult version of cherryade!

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Dad never let my brother and I have a bicycle - he never did explain why.

I taught myself how to ride a bike and spent hours running around other kids who had bikes begging them to let me have a go on theirs. My brother still can't ride a bike.

We had a holiday booked. The first one in years. I was about 11.
The week before we were due to go I had started packing. I was so excited.
The day before the holiday my mum told me we wouldn't be going. My grandma had suffered a heart attack and was in hospital. I felt very upset but guilty too for feeling bad when my gran was ill.

Losing a florin on my way home from primary school. I’d won it at some school event (forgotten what). Two shillings was a fortune to me when my weekly pocket money was three old pence.