Some small thing you longed for as a child, but never got. 🙁

well I used to "gallop" on my imaginary horse, bareback, no less, as gold hoops listenedi my ears... singing
On white horses let me ride away... la la la la la la... let me run! To the sun!"

Hollycat

My mother made all my clothes beautifully, even my vests were knitted. But how I longed to go into a shop and try different things on. Then, for my 13th birthday, I was taken to C&A in Oxford Street and allowed to choose an overcoat. WOW! I picked one out and it looked lovely. Then my mother got hold of it and inspected the seams. She was not impressed which took the shine off somewhat, but I was allowed to keep it.

Great memory. All my clothes were handmade. My mother coordinated my underwear with the colour of the dress. The other girls had navy knickers and white vests. On show when they did hand stands.

How I longed for some street cred via underwear.

I always wanted to go to boarding school and have my own tuck box. Id read about them in Bunty and Mandy comics and so wished I could go. But for a smaller thing I wanted the boxed painting set where the paint by numbers paint had glitter in it. Didn't get either of these wishes but struggled and sent my son to board and v experienced it through him.

A Sindy or Barbie doll. I was, and still am, rather 'dumpy.' So I got an Amanda Jane doll, who was very British, came in a variety of colours with a variety of hair colours (but only one style - short and curly, like mine), she did have a variety of clothes, but no pony or car or house.

Not much of a choice when it came to further education - these days I could do things that associate with The Arts, act, dance, sing but when I wanted to do those things I was considered too fat so had no chance when they wanted "Tiller Girl" types. Now, it doesn't matter - born 60 years too early.

My best friend was an only child and all her clothes were shop bought. My mum made nearly everything for my brother, sister and I. Dresses, cardigans, jackets… I would have loved a shop bought dress. I wish I was allowed to grow my hair too. All my friends had pony tails or plaits. I had a pudding basin hair cut - well almost!

Books or Book tokens, I always put these as Xmas or birthday wishes but never got any, although one year I was given a Rupert annual, not at all the same thing.
I now have a houseful of books purchased by me - still never given any books as gifts by anyone though.

Mine is something ridiculously small. My mother always bought our weekly groceries in the local village shop. Money was very tight, but I always coveted a Prizes Yoghurt & 7 year old me would ask mum if I could have a yoghurt. The answer was always "no". Silly thinking about it over 50 years later, but it still makes me feel sad.

To wear shorts in the Summer like all the neighbourhood kids. I was told it was unseemly for a girl though other girls wore shorts, and in 1952 they weren’t short shorts by any means. At the same age (10) I desperately wanted to go to the High School with my local girl friends, all of us having passed the 11+ exams but was stuck in a convent school instead and had an abysmal education. 72 years later it still rankles.

I wanted a sewing box with pins and needles and cottons in. I told my sister when she asked what I wanted. On Christmas day she gave me my present it wasn't a sewing box, she did however get my friend a beautiful green hexagonal sewing box. I now have sewing boxes and all the things I craved to put in them.

As an only child, all I ever wanted was a baby brother or sister, I was really, really disappointed when my Dad came home one day with a dolly after hinting that I might be getting a baby sister. Sad thing is, at the age of 53 after both parents had passed on, I discovered I had a half sister, I found her and we get along like a house on fire, but both find it sad we didn't grow up together.

A Jacko monkey from Woolworths. I think they freaked my Mother out!
Otherwise I had everything I wanted, within reason.

I read all the Swallows and Amazons books.
After "Winter Holiday", I desperately wanted an ice yacht!
Never got one....

I really, really wanted a sister. I already had a brother. Then when I was four another brother appeared. I thought if called him Rosemary for long enough he would become a sister....

Then when I was thirteen, she came along! She is still delightful and we get along like a house on fire. The brother called Rosemary is still going strong too. Never converted to being a girl, though...

I really wanted a bike. I never got one. I got roller skates instead with a nut in the middle that kept on falling off because my feet were so big. I wanted swimming lessons, but that fell on deaf ears. I got promised a shed with curtains and never had it. A piano, but all I got were the empty glass milk bottles which I filled with water (you could get an octave out of them as we usually had enough). I got loads of dolls, and even at the age of ten I had a Tiny Tears for my birthday which was really embarrassing because I had to take it to school to show the class. I hated dolls. Couldn't see the point, other than to dress them and make their clothes. Still, I lived in Holland at 42 and I still have my bike from then 27 years later. I bought a house and make all my own curtains. I learned to swim at the tender age of 42 and actually enjoy swimming now instead of sitting on the outskirts. I never did get a piano, but I learnt to type...........a godsend really.

The only exam in my life I got 100% on was music. When my parents went to parents night, apparently, the music teacher asked if we could afford music lessons for me. My dad said yes my mother said no. I was the eldest of 4 in an Irish catholic family and my 2 brothers were way more important. I put myself through university years later after my marriage broke up but music was never a part of it. It was the only real regret of my life because everything else worked out and I can't ask for more than that.

I wanted a fringe also, was not allowed.
I had a tressy doll, then along came Sindy, my sister was 3 years younger, she had one i was also told im too old.
Then there was Ringo Starr (blush) i wanted him to come for christmas dinner,he must have been busy he never turned up

I had a golliwog too! But my strangest toy was a baby doll that was jet black! I called him ‘Mr Sampson’, goodness knows why! I have never seen another anywhere.
Did anyone on here have one?

Ballet lessons. Sadly, no funds available. I never did get my lessons!
I’ve treated myself to the Ballet at a local theatre from time to time, though.

A Sindy horse for Christmas ................. I wasn't holding out too much hope as mum had already expressed disdain at the expense and frivolity of such a toy.
Imagine then, when I spied what I imagined to be the correct size and shape parcel under the Christmas tree my hopes were considerably raised. I had a quick feel and noted the the label was for me........... yes!!
But no . It was a very sensible small suitcase, suitable for a school trip I was going on the following year!

When I was about 10, my best friend was given a gorgeous pink quilted satin dressing gown and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I told my parents and asked for one for my upcoming birthday. My parents were always very generous with me, so I was quite sure I would get one.
On my birthday, I was excited to see a parcel which looked just the right size to contain a dressing gown.
Trembling with anticipation, I ripped the paper. Inside was a dressing gown, just as I hoped.
It was red! And velour!
Nearly 70 years have gone by and I have still never forgiven them!

The TV advert for Butlins showed a monorail! I so wanted to go, but it might just as well have been the moon.

I had a black baby doll called Rosie, Crossstitchfan. I loved her to bits. I was inconsolable when I crawled into a clotheshorse and blanket den with her and when we crawled out her face was smashed beyond repair.

Maggiemaybe

I had a black baby doll called Rosie, Crossstitchfan. I loved her to bits. I was inconsolable when I crawled into a clotheshorse and blanket den with her and when we crawled out her face was smashed beyond repair.

I had a black doll too, Maggiemaybe and a white doll the same size; they arrived together and my Mum knitted clothes for them both. They were my twins.

I had two black dolls. I am too embarrassed to say their names, which would be deemed racist nowadays. 🙁