What do you miss from when you were young?

More than anything I miss the sea. As a teenager, I used to walk the dog on a wonderful beach in all sorts of weather - even loved a storm when the sea was all 'white horses'. And I learnt to swim in the Firth of Clyde. What an environment to grow up in!

Chasing boys!!!

grannypiper and anyone who likes pink custard alert! Have googled and you can still buy those packs of five assorted flavours! It's blancmange....but cooked and hot it's just custard really.

Smooth hands, vein-free feet, no glasses, no need to colour my hair, bounding upstairs 4 steps at a time instead of plodding. Eating whatever I want but staying slim. Living at home and not yet knowing the hard struggles of life which lay ahead.

Being able to wear beautiful high heels !!

Being slim and no worries going dancing til early hours but feeling safe walking home

I miss family I have lost like others and wish my children had known grandparents but I am lucky to have my own family so enjoying my gc

Cleaning the shoes with my dad, &digging the garden with my dad (good simple days)

Youth

Everything. The good and the not so good times I would happily do it all again.
When I see and hear what goes on in this materialistic world I thank my lucky stars that I lived my youth and not so youthful years 20C. I will not be sorry to say goodbye 21C you can keep it.

Skipping around and climbing trees without groaning when I move!

Not a lot.
I certainly don't miss freezing cold houses, beds with icy sheets to get into in winter.

Or banks closing at 3, or whatever it was, when it was the only way to get cash out.

Or just about everything being closed on Sundays.

Nor do I miss the sort of sexism that had a govt. department tell me they were sorry, but they should have made it clear in the job advert that it was open to men only, because it meant a lot of travelling around and even - wait for it! - driving a car!

OTOH I suppose it'd be nice to have the legs and waistline I had at 25...

My young, bendy knees!

Mainly my parents - I had a very happy childhood and find it sad that so many on this site didnt. I wasnt so happy at school though. However I Loved the university years in the 60s , Like others, being slim with chestnut hair and wearing mini skirts. Having energy. Not looking all wrinkled and pouchy! I miss the children being small too though I never thought I would. But I have the dear grandchildren now and can give them back when I get too tired! Wish my parents had seen my children grow up and the grandchildren.
Also as someone else said, being optimistic about the future - Im quite depressed about th future now, with Brexit, Trumpo, climate change etc etc and worry about what the world will be like for the grandchildren growing up.

I had a very mixed childhood and while I think almost everything about me is worse now, everything else is much, much better.

I did enjoy Toffos though. You could make a packet last all afternoon. I loved Peanut Treets (I know, they are now M&Ms and you can buy about three in a packet for a week's wages from way back then.) I also liked the fun of Jamboree bags and Vesta curries. We used to have one boxed Vesta between four of us as a treat on Saturday and mum bulked it up with tinned mince.

It all seems hilarious now. I never thought for one minute when I was young that I'd live in a house I owned and could drink Champagne every week if I wanted to.

Probably being carefree and running around and playing outdoors with not a care in the world. Don't miss my school days as I realise now that my teachers were bullies.

I miss my Mum and Dad and two very dear aunties who have all passed away now. What I would give to go back and have one last Christmas with them all. I miss the wonder and excitement of Christmas and holidays and now i realise that for adults it is a lot of hard work. I also miss the going out every night to pubs/disco's and with friends and still having energy to get up for work next morning; now i feel knackered if i go out late and need to sleep in the next morning.

Nothing!

I grew up within a close extended family, which, of course, is now sadly depleted. I miss that sense of belonging. Having said that, not all aspects of my childhood, at home with my parents, were happy. I also miss being a stay at home mum, and bringing up my three children. I have often felt that my life has been less complete since two DC left home. Possibly because a handicapped son, in his forties, is still with us, which means we don't have the freedom that most couples our age have. I confess, when on holiday, to being a little envious of couples with their young children.

I loved my childhood and am so grateful to my Parents who gave up so many things so that my Brother and I had a really good education and good life afterwards. Miss my Mum and Dad and my Brother, who are not with us.

I do miss my lovely slim figure, wearing mini skirts & high heels, the "wolf whistles" - I used to love all the attention, can't understand why young women today find it offensive

Driving when there were less cars on the road. never without a male companion,some serious, some not

Being able to change jobs if you hated one you had. So much more - could do with energy I had without the aches & pains

Getting dressed up ready to go out and have a really good flirty time with all those gorgeous boys!!!

I miss our old grate. It was one of those iron built up ones. Excellent for making toast against the bars, and seeing landscapes in the fire. And I miss my granny. And my mum.

But I am sitting here beside a toasty radiator, and the rest of the house is far from cold.

I don't miss being looked after, as one poster does. Younger daughter does it now.

Like a number of you - special people such as my grandparents and great aunts.

Being able to run up stairs and steps!

Friendships on tap during the teenage years. However, thanks to a school reunion twenty five years on, half a dozen of us (who had lost touch after moving to different parts of the UK) have a short break together every year. We see new places, do new things, and renew our sense of fun and frivolity! Life enhancing stuff. Recommended.

The Sixties
My pony
Punting in Oxford
Oxford Balls

The expectation that The Future would be better. Not so much flying cars, as a constant and gradual improvement in everything, for everybody.

It was a few years ago that I realised that optimism has gone.
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