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

Marydoll

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

Mine was Rosie as well.

Perhaps that was the name stamped on her bottom. I think they were both Rosebud dolls.

My black baby doll was called Trixie. She was special.

A tiny tears doll for Christmas, however stocking was full of fabulous small treats & home filled with love

I had a black rubber doll. Sorbo? He had wire in his limbs, so could be bent about. Mum knitted him a red outfit and I loved him, although as he aged, he began to disintegrate. But I still remember his dear little face.

I always wanted a bike but for some strange reason was never allowed. I used to ride all the other kids’ bikes where I lived. Go figure!
But most of all I wanted a dog, knowing that would never happen. I have not been without a dog since 1987, so everything comes to those who wait!

I longed for a Meccano building kit but was told that was for boys so I got a little sewing machine instead

Tap dancing lessons with the accompanying shoes
No money for it so my dear Dad but some metal tips ( blakeys comes to mind?) on my 1pair of shoes so I could make a noise !🤣

Yes blakeys.
I wasn't allowed those.

My mum always cramped my "style".

I always wanted to live in a small normal house

My parents were Publicans and we always lived above the businesses. Beautiful large flats, but I was desperate for a house like my friends and grandparents.

Reading all these has made quite sad. It’s astonishing how things that hurt us as children are remembered 50 or 60 years later. I wonder how our parents would have felt if they knew how disappointed we were and how we are unable to forget the hurt we felt. In those days though we kept quiet and pretended everything was fine.

Crossstitchfan

Reading all these has made quite sad. It’s astonishing how things that hurt us as children are remembered 50 or 60 years later. I wonder how our parents would have felt if they knew how disappointed we were and how we are unable to forget the hurt we felt. In those days though we kept quiet and pretended everything was fine.

My parents were well aware of my wish and it was talked and joked about whilst they were alive.

Our four eldest AC loved Grandad’s pub along with the extra choice and freedom it gave them in the school holidays.

(My Mum and step-father had relocated abroad, my Dad had a pub by the seaside)

It is incredibly sad .

What I really wanted was a happy , secure family life .
Instead , I had parents at war with each other . That's all I remember .

The effect on my mother was extreme :

She was tense , angry , irritable , jealous , hypercritical , suspicious and virtually impossible to please .

This persisted right up until her death .

Crossstitchfan
You’re right about us remembering things, but I think my Mum knew how I felt about no piano or dancing lessons. On the other hand I knew there was never enough money left at the end of the month, so I just accepted it. I expect my resentment, if any would have been aimed at the people who had the money for those things.
It was the “you can’t have a scooter because you would wear one shoe out faster” that really made me cross!

I wished I had a mum who wanted me .and did love me

A red pedal car. Every time I had a wish that would be it. Not sure why as I now hate driving.

Crossstitchfan

Reading all these has made quite sad. It’s astonishing how things that hurt us as children are remembered 50 or 60 years later. I wonder how our parents would have felt if they knew how disappointed we were and how we are unable to forget the hurt we felt. In those days though we kept quiet and pretended everything was fine.

I think that is a bit of an exageration. Yes, I wanted a scooter, I really, really really wanted a scooter, but i accepted without question that I wasn't going to get one. There were plenty of things that various memebers of the family would have liked - and didn't get. We were not poor, but it was just after WW2 and lots of things were very expensive or in short supply.

I certainly didn't feel hurt by the refusal and obviously my parents must have realised I would be a bit sad because I couldn't have scooter. If I hadn't wanted it, I wouldn't have asked for it. And in those days, things were fine, as far as things like this were concerned, no pretence needed.

As I was growing up I always wanted a proper tape recorder. Can't think of the correct name but they had two reels and were quite big and square.

One Christmas Morning I had this large square box all wrapped up in Christmas paper. At the time I was so excited now I am so ashamed. I excitedly tore off the wrapping and my joy almost turned to tears. It was the top of the range Imperial Typewriter. I'm sure I shed a tear. I was so disappointed, Now I regret my actions so much and wish I could turn back the clock and say sorry, It must have cost my parents a lot of money. They thought it would be helpful for school work etc. My reactions still haunt me as I had such wonderful parents

Love, just love.

Crossstitchfan

Reading all these has made quite sad. It’s astonishing how things that hurt us as children are remembered 50 or 60 years later. I wonder how our parents would have felt if they knew how disappointed we were and how we are unable to forget the hurt we felt. In those days though we kept quiet and pretended everything was fine.

I can’t fully agree with you. The only people I truly feel sorry for are those who had unhappy childhoods. Otherwise, it is quite a light hearted thread as most of us had the common sense to know that we couldn’t have everything we wanted as our parents were not in a position to give them to us. It is also not good for children to be given everything that they want. My example was of the patent leather shoes. My mother told me that I could not have them because I would be very likely to scuff them and an expensive pair of shoes would be ruined. She was right and I knew this at the time. I have always liked patent leather shoes to this day and indulged myself to them from time to time as an adult, knowing that I am able to take care of them and if I scuff them it is my money that is wasted. I was lucky enough to have piano lessons, but horse riding or ballet lessons were out of the question.

I feel torn about whether it's sad.

Some say their siblings had things they weren't allowed, some talk about yearning to just have one item of clothing that other children had.
Perhaps parents these days have more idea about how not fitting in can affect a child.

I am saddened to hear that some just wanted to be loved. It’s not much for a child to ask, is it?

Most definitely not, I agree.

I'm struck by how polite we all were about not upsetting our parents by saying that we didn't like things, too.

I wanted my own bike! I had to share a bike with my younger sister- that did not go well! I did have my own scooter. I wanted to go on a cruise with school to Russia. We couldn’t afford it.

After finishing reading this, I ended up in tears. Telling myself to grow up!! Bit late at 70+!

What strikes me is how many of us knew of not having much money and how , although we remember what we couldn’t have , the degree of equanimity with which we accepted that
For myself it probably helped that I grew up in a large , very poor estate, so it was probably easier because no one had much