Your biggest disappointment as a child.

When I was about 7 years old all the girls at school wore their hair down or with a hair band. Mine was always plaited or in bunches. I would get to school and take the elastic bands and ribbons out of my hair so my hair would be long and loose like all the other girls in my class. Everyday my mother said if I didn’t keep the plaits in she have all my hair cut off. As a seven year old I really didn’t believe she would do it, so I continued to let my hair down at school. On this one particular day we didn’t go straight home from school we went to the hairdressers instead. I remember thinking my mother must be getting her hair done until it was me that got sat in the seat. Even while I’m typing this I can still see myself and feel those awful feelings I had when the man started cutting chunks of my hair off. I watching it fall on the floor as I cried and cried. It was cut so short and my fringe was cut so short it stuck outwards from my forehead, it didn’t cover any of my forehead. My mother said I should have heeded her warning. I actually think I was traumatised by that, then I got picked on at school because I looked so ugly with very little hair.. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed to look the way I did. I have worn my hair long from being sixteen to now.

My big disappointment when I was ten years old, was discovering the accommodation on a primary school cruise trip to Spain, Portugal,Gibraltar &North Africa that I was privileged enough to be permitted to go on, was a dormitory in the bowels of the ship instead of cabins like the Teachers were allocated. There were about 24 of us sharing a dorm with kids from a school in Southampton ( who incidentally were absolutely lovely) with twin bunks& no view at all? The food for us school children was abysmal too.

Having the 'father' I had was massive disappointment.

How sad some of these stories are. Parents have no idea how traumatic their decisions were, that they made regarding possessions and treatment of their children. How things have changed in 2021.

Never having a bike. Was coming up for 10 years old when friend who had bike for Christmas was killed in her bike. My birthday a few months later was when I was supposed to get my own bike. Never happened and never have owned a bike.

NOT BEING BOUGHT A PONY THAT I LONGED FOR.

COMING HOME FROM HOLIDAY IN SCOTLAND ONE SUMMER MY AUNTIE AND UNCLE DROVE DOWN AND ALL I TALKED ABOUT WAS MY DOG.I SAID SHE WILL BARK AT YOU FIRST OFF BUT THEN SHE WILLL BE OK.ONLY TO FIND THEY HAD HAD HER PUT DOWN BECAUSE SHE WAS PREGNANT.I ADORED THAT DOG I NEVER FORGAVE MY MOTHER AND WE HAD A HORRIBLE RELATIIONSHIP.I COULD CRY NOW THINKING OF CHIPPY..

My father . Left my mum for someone else , then came back for two years only to go it again . I was 11 then . Never really had a dad ?

My disappointment was when I was invited on Holiday with my Aunt and my Cousin, I thought we might be visiting Rome, why I dont know, I was only about twelve, however we were going to Cornwall, but it turned out to be a holiday of a lifetime, and I still visit beautiful Cornwall, and have even written a book abut my favourite place, so my disappointment turned out to be a life changer instead.

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I put my stood up eagerly to volunteer to be an angel in the school Nativity play. Those not wanted were told to sit down. I was the first to be told to sit down and all those chosen were blond children. I had black hair and brown eyes. Teachers could be very uncaring in those days.

Vonnie, how terrible and cruel. I feel your pain.
Several stories here show how cruel (maybe unwittingly) parents can be.
Or teachers. One year my grandchildren were told at school that the whole school would be going on an outing and there would be an "optional" charge of £5. I had to pick up the children from school in the afternoon as their parents worked. When I got there they told me they had been forced to stay at school because they had not paid the "optional" £5. I was livid.

I really don't remember ever being disappointed as a kid, I wasn't spoilt but I had a really happy childhood.

My mother gave my favourite toy, Little Teddy, to my younger cousin who had always coveted it. She didn’t ask me first. It still hurts. I loved that bear and made little suits and hats for him. The last time I saw Teddy he had morphed into Dirty Dinah,( a filthy rag doll of my cousin’s) wrapped in a bit of sheeting, his velvet jacket & pin- striped trousers gone. Boo hoo...

The first disappointment I remember was when I was about 5.
The war was just over and nobody had much money but I told my parents I would like a dolls pram. On Christmas morning there was a lovely blue dolls pram waiting for me. I took one look at it and burst into tears. "But it's got filled in wheels!" I cried. Yes, the wheels did not have spokes. My parents must have beggared themselves to buy that pram. I never liked it and only pushed my doll in it because I had no other option.

Wanting some tap shoes ( we couldn’t afford the classes anyway!) and my Dad just putting ‘ blakeys’ ( sp?) on my ordinary shoes!!! ?

I always wanted a dolls house as a young girl and never got one. My husband bought me one for my 50th birthday

Moving to England age 7 for a better life.
Dublin large back garden, half hour on back of dad's bike to beach,clean air
Birmingham, small back yard, 6 hour train journey to beach,smelly dirty.
What better life

Redhead 56 I was sorry to read your story.

I think I was about 5, very excited about Father Christmas, hung up two smsll stockings ready for the morning. They were filled with ash from the fire! My Dad said it was because I’d been naughty. He thought it was very funny!

When I was about 5 my dad took me to a school fund raiser where he had organised the raffle. Amongst the prizes I spotted a Sleeping Beauty doll lying on a beautiful bed all wrapped up in cellophane with a bow. Because dad was the organiser I somehow assumed that he would have fixed it so that I would win the prize of my dreams. My first number came up ..... drum roll ..... a turkey! My second number came up ..... drum roll and sweating palms .... a pair of men's socks! Dad had the socks and the turkey went back for someone else. I felt completely gutted!

I had been accepted at at the Boarding School of my dreams, uniform bought and ready to go. Then my Mum got an envelope telling her I had won a scholarship to a state High School with a boarding house attached. Although it was supposedly my choice, they bombarded me with emotional blackmail until I gave in. I was like a fish out of water in the state school having been to a tiny little convent before, I was in the lower sets for everything, didn't fit in with the other girls and found myself continually in trouble being accused of being a liar, etc. At the end of the first year, the Head wanted to write to my parents to move me but I begged her not to. I thought my parents would class that as being expelled. During the 3rd year, I had a run in with a teacher who was making my life a misery and I rang my Mum crying so hard she could barely make out what I was saying. For the first time ever, she was sympathetic and said if I went back to school she would pick me up to take me home so I could go to another school.
I waited all day and nothing. In the evening just before bedtime, I asked the House Mistress if I could ring my Mother explaining why. Apparently my Mum had been to the school and they had persuaded her to make me stay. She says they wouldn't let me see her to explain but I lost all faith in her that day. Out of the beatings I took, the lies, the chaotic lifestyle with different men in and out of her life, it is the thing I have never been able to forgive her for.

Mine was a dog issue as well. I had a cross terrier type dog and I loved him to bits. He happily put up with me dressing him up in dolls cloths and walking around the streets. When I was seven my mother was pregnant with my sister and when I came home from school one day he was gone, she had gone to the dogs home, he was to old to rehome so they put him to sleep! I sobbed for weeks and sadly I don’t think I ever really forgave her! ?

The painful posts make my disappointments seem so trivial.
I am so sorry that they were experienced.
My Mum and I clashed over clothes until her death at 88. When I was a child I believed that miracles happened if you truly believed and had faith in God. I prayed almost every night for clothes like Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret wore in a book that I had about them. I used to peep over the bedclothes every morning expecting , then hoping, then being very disappointed that pretty dresses and smart suits ( which would have been truly unsuitable for the lifestyle I had ) were not waiting there. I have a thing about nice clothes to this day and have far too many of them.

As a youngster, we had a pet dog which lived to be 15 years old. All my life I've wanted another dog (or two) but because I worked full time for almost 40 years and i didn't want to leave a dog at home all day, I said I would get a rescue dog once I reached 60 and retired. Then guess what happened? The Govt moved the goalposts and I now have to wait even longer for that pet. Grrrrrr! (that's me by the way, not a dog)

When I was little I didn't realise that the high heels on 'Ladies' shoes were solid. I thought that when you grew up you would grow high heeled feet!