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The Good Old Days?

Dream, you should count yourself lucky, we had no time for dreaming. if my dad were to catch one of us dreaming he would beat us for idleness.
 
I used to get up in the morning at half-past-ten at night, half an hour before I went to bed, Eat a lump of freezing cold poison, work 28 hours a day at mill, and pay the mill owner to let us work there.
 
On the kids part if I look at my childhood versus that of my kids and our generation was much more spontaneous. The thought of going to knock on someone's door to see if they were coming out, going out on your bike to see who's around or going to the park and joining in would bring today's youngsters out in hives. Everything has to be so planned. I blame mobile phones
 
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I used to get up in the morning at half-past-ten at night, half an hour before I went to bed, Eat a lump of freezing cold poison, work 28 hours a day at mill, and pay the mill owner to let us work there.
I wondered how long it would take ... :)
 
On the kids part if I look at my childhood versus that of my kids and our generation was much more spontaneous. The thought of going to knock on someone's door to see if they were coming out, going out on your bike to see who's around or going to the park and joining in would bring today's youngsters outline hives. Everything has to be so planned. I'm blame mobile phones
But then we had no option. If you wanted to ask if someone wanted to go out on their bike, you had to ask. Kids today can just save themselves the trouble by messaging in advance.

Its exactly what I mean by different times.
 
I disagree. That only works based on who you text. Countless times I'd end up playing out with people I didn't intend to because you bumped into them, more acquaintances than friends, but that's just what you did.
 
Awwww, the good old days. What I remember is the playing out in the street with the gang, or on the old railway track. Going to the off licence for me dad's Park Drive. Bonfire nights in me nans garden. The lovely smell of curries from the Singhs next door. Camping holidays to Devon.Going BlackBerry picking by The 44 Club. Getting spoilt on Friday nights at me nans house. The lovely smell of baking when you walked through the door. Going to Sunday School, and the Girls Brigade and marching on Sundays.The Saturday night tea of Smoked Haddock in butter. Then Saturday nights down John Thompson's Club where me dad worked to go dancing and have pop and crisps. Then me dad died, and the days didn't feel so good after that.
 
I disagree. That only works based on who you text. Countless times I'd end up playing out with people I didn't intend to because you bumped into them, more acquaintances than friends, but that's just what you did.
You ended up quite often playing a game of football all afternoon with people you had never met before (and might never see again) through a friend of a friend etc.

Also had a recent conversation with an 18 year old relative about how you arranged to meet up with people before phones. When I explained you went to a landmark (generally man on the horse) and just waited, looked shocked.
When he asked how long you would wait if they were late to see if they would come & I said probably half hour to an hour, he just couldn't get his head around the whole concept.
 
Talk about plastic bags we used them to sled down the Clay Hill in Vention....
 
Talk about plastic bags we used them to sled down the Clay Hill in Vention....
Our School, Fair Oak, was sat at the top of a huge hill. Bin bags when it snowed and great fun flying down the hill (not so much trying to get back up mind)
 
My dog is clearly loving the good old days today

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My dog is clearly loving the good old days today

Apparently that's because we no longer feed dogs a high-bone diet, which caused the pale colour.

See, every day is a school day!
 
Apparently that's because we no longer feed dogs a high-bone diet, which caused the pale colour.

See, every day is a school day!
The dog's been scratching away at a bone for days..
 
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