Your biggest disappointment as a child.

Thank you to you lovely ladies who responded to my disappointment as a child. I really do appreciate it very much.?

Always assuming I was adopted but then realising I actually did belong in such a dysfunctional family....

Another hair one here. I desperately wanted long hair as a child but mum wouldn't allow it. After years of moaning my sister and I eventually wore her down and heard the immortal words, "Oh, all right then." We almost danced around the sitting room with excitement.
We'd probably be about 10 or 11 when it got to about shoulder length. Then older brother said he was getting married and would we like to be bridesmaids. On the big day we were taken to the hairdressers to have it cut short again with no warning whatsoever. We've never discussed this.
The bride wanted us all to look the same. Her sisters had straight hair which would go in the style she wanted but my wavy hair just looked horrible. I felt so ugly. I'm pointedly not smiling on the photos and I don't think I've ever quite forgiven her.

I really wanted a pony. I used to sit on the back wall with a skipping rope tied to make a loop to have as stirrups and hold on to the washing line pulley and play for hours. I was given a pony... that Christmas my dad slipped a bottle of Pony in my stocking! Needless to say I didn’t find it quite so funny.

Not a disappointment more a wish that could have new clothes instead of hand-medowns we were really poor dad died when I was 4 and the youngest of a large family I never moaned mum did her best .

I do remember being disappointed when I saw the Queen. I'd assumed that she wore her crown and a big sparkly dress all the time.

My father dying the day before my 7th birthday. The dog we were going to get from Battersea Dogs Home a year later that we were told, on the day we went to collect it, that it had some awful disease and had been put down.
I hated the dresses that my mother handmade and made me wear and that she hated me because I didn't like them and I wanted to wear my jeans.
When I was 12 our dog was run over by a car when I was out walking her. The replacement dog was put to sleep by my mother because he was a collie and he kept jumping out of the garden and roaming and she got fed up with him. I have had beloved dogs for most of my adult life. My mother was always depressed about my father's death and never very loving to me because I wasn't her idea of how a girl should be.
Bloody awful childhood.

Gosh, some really sad stories here, obviously still hurting people after many years. Disappointment with Christmas and Birthday gifts is one thing, but some of the deliberate cruelty is heartbreaking, especially the pet dogs taken away and destroyed. I would never be able to forgive or get over that, anyone who doesn't have the insight to realise this may traumatise their child has got something seriously missing in their psyche

Whaaaaat! Jaxjacky!!!!!! Moles aren't as big as cats???? Oh no another dream shattered. Never mind being disappointed as a child, I am now utterly bereft as an adult
My favourite book is Wind in the Willows. I listen to the story on an old tape machine regularly and took it into hospital last time I had a big operation.
I can't live with out it. Mole is like an old friend to me and I often have a chat with Badger so that he can sort out all my problems
I am now very worried about Mole if he is so small
Is Lockdown affecting my stability do you think?

Redhead so sorry

I had a very unhappy dream last night about something that happened at school when I was sixteen. Second time in a week. I'm almost 70. Isn't it strange how things can still hurt so many years later?

Oh Yabbie I LOVE donkeys........I do envy you
The closest I have got to owning a donkey is the little toy one my son and his wife bought me back from Lindos (which is famous for the donkeys giving rides to tourists)

Nanette1955

This still makes me sad 60yrs later. I had been invited to a school friends birthday party, and she said they would collect me from outside our house at a certain time. I was there 15 early, waiting in my party dress and shoes with a wrapped gift, but no one came, even now I remember how unwanted I felt that day.

I feel your pain.

My disappointment was the classical "my parents wouldn't buy me a pony". We even had a house with a paddock and a stable! The Bloke and I have five horses and two donkeys.

Lexisgranny

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.

When my children were young, my neighbour friend and I KNEW that our respective children always went hunting for presents before Christmas arrived.

We started to hide our presents in each the other one's house. If the kids found anything, they got the biggest surprise of all on Christmas morning, when they discovered something 'other than what they expected' .

Always had to keep at least TWO STEPS ahead of my kids .

Wedi

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

I had that one too!

The jelly and ice cream was on the menu the day before!

It was rice pudding which I hated anyway ?

Oh dear Lilylaundry that doctor couldn't have been more wrong, could he

Menonan - that's amazing! Do you still ride?
Sorry, don't know how to highlight names.

My first disappointment was seeing Buckingham Palace when I was 6. I expected it to be gold and bejewelled! The second was my grandma telling me we were going to my aunt on Shanks’s Pony (that’s walking for you younger ones)

All I ever wanted as a child was a bike. One Christmas morning I got up to find my younger brother had received a racing bike, I got an umbrella and a pair of slippers.
I knew then that my brother was the favourite. Nothing ever changed.

Until I was 13 it was that I never had my own pony but me and my sister saved every penny we could and bought a pony between us when I was 13 and she was 12. I think we paid £75 for him in the 70s ?

Naninka

Not winning the WH Smith "Win A Pony" competition. I entered every year religiously.
Every year I lived in hope...

Me too ?

inishowen

When I was twelve I longed for a record player. My birthday came along and there was a big parcel for me. I tore the paper off to find a huge leather shoulder bag. I was so disappointed. Another disappointing thing was when my dad was going out he would say he was going to see a man about a dog. I would wait for the dog to arrive and it never came!

My step ad used to say this and I would wait for him to come home with one every time ?

My Mother insisted that I have a perm when I was about fourteen. I was marched to the hairdressers and told that I would look like one of the model photos on display, with soft, long curls. I didn't really want curls at all as my hair was fine and dead straight - which was fashionable. The result was hideous - a frizzy ball, far too short, and she would let me wash my hair only once a week as she found putting the rollers in too time consuming, so for most of the week I was not only frizzy but greasy. I will never forget the feeling of going into school and having one of the glamorous older girls laughingly insist that I took my school hat off. The shame, and disappointment!

I always wanted a Wendy House but never had one. But I was lucky and had lots of other lovely things, a stable loving home with fantastic parents, dogs, horses, lovely holidays. A brother who was a pain! The Wendy house didn’t really matter!

Redhead. I feel so sorry that you went through this, how awful for you.