What were you not allowed to do as a child because it 'wasn't nice'?

Oh yes - and no short skirts or turned up jeans.

The only one I can remember was not to bite my nails because bitten nails don't look nice.

never to drink straight from a milkbottle and always to put milk into a jug when laying the table. No trousers when young, not what nice girls wore in my mums era and that carried on to young teenage

grannyactivist I wasn't allowed to whistle either, apparently 'a whistling woman and a crowing hen is neither fit for God nor men'!
Speak in the local dialect
Have my ears pierced (I didn't want to anyway)
Never put a milk bottle or bread knife on the table
Read all the notices on the bus in a loud voice

Such things were considered 'common'
Reading in a poor light would 'strain your eyes'
Definitely no eating in school uniform in the street but that was a school rule and incurred punishment.

I was not allowed to read Peyton Place - I found a copy hidden under my mum's pillow when I was about 14 and went to make their bed.

It was definitely not nice!

no ears pierced - mum hated it and said (so sorry, but another era) it was for gipsies.

using cutlery 'wrongly' and putting knife in mouth, or elbows on table

no swearing in our house!

[gasp] knife in mouth
Talk with your mouth full
Elbows on table
None of those were polite (or are still)
Get down from the table before waiting the required 5 or 10 minutes after finishing a meal to let it go down, and asking nicely.

No eating in the street.
No pierced ears.
No washing of laundry on a Sunday.

Not allowed to eat in the street
Not to wear denim

I am sure there were many more, just can't think of them at the moment.

I wasn't allowed to do a lot of things and thinking about it it's a miracle I didn't end up a nervous wreck----in case I did or said something I shouldn't.
I had to use the word fibs too, MissAdventure, among others.

Not allowed to interrupt when an adult was speaking
Not allowed to "answer back"
Not allowed to wear jeans
Not allowed to wear shoes in any colour except brown (I loathe brown shoes to this day!)
Not allowed knee socks in any co!our except a dismal beige
Not allowed to play in the street
Not allowed to have a scooter - because it would wear out one shoe before the other, apparently
Not allowed roller skates because the weight of them would pull my shoes to pieces. Huh?
Not allowed to shout and scream when playing outside
Not to go out without my hideous, hand knitted bonnet in winter. It lasted for years and I tried so hard to lose that garment!
Not allowed to grow my hair because it would "pull the curl out".

So many rules and regulations and yet, somehow, we got through the minefield of forbidden things and turned into (fairly) sensible adults.

All the above applied to my upbringing
Even the knickers !
No wonder I’m now a wild, purple wearing 76 yr old I have years to make up for !!!!

My husband was told as a child to always leave a little food on his plate as a sign that he’d had sufficient, but didn’t want more. He does it even now at the age of 67 and it drives me mad! Just eat it, it just goes in the bin otherwise! How strangely ingrained these childhood rules are.

Listen to Tom Jones. He was "Rude!" according to my Calvinist-minded dad.

Not allowed to eat in the street, or eat food with fingers if it should be eaten with a knife and fork....not allowed to say Shut up!

Not allowed to lick the back of my spoon. ..very rude. Now I do it every morning with my breakfast...just cos I can!

Watch Grange Hill, eat in public, sit on anything cold incase I got piles

I was not allowed a Crombie coat back in the early 70s when I was 13. I had to wear a green duffle coat instead. I was distraught. Also I wanted loafer shoes. I had Clarks lace ups and I was used during a domestic science lesson as an example of someone wearing 'sensible' shoes!! 47 years later I still remember the humiliation!

No elbows on the table
Play with some of the children in my street ( if only my mum knew!!!)
I was encouraged to be friends with girls whose parents were "professional" - teachers, dentists, managers or even office workers - not in touch with any of them now!
Show off - can remember going to a pantomime in my early teens and was joining in with the "Oh no he didn't etc" when I felt a tap on my arm - mother was sitting a couple of seats down and she had reached over - I was told to "Stop it, you're showing off" and had to sit through the rest of the pantomime saying nothing, with my hands in my lap!

Not allowed outside to play on Sundays
Not allowed to wear anything but Sunday Best on Sundays
Not allowed to bunk off Sunday School
Not allowed to have long hair - mum's pudding basin hair cut had to suffice (how I longed for long hair!)
In my teens - not allowed ear piercings or any form of hair dye!

My own children had no such restrictions!

Speak with a South London accent (I am from South London)
Go bowling
Go ice skating
Have friends round

Not nice. "Common".

No eating in the street
No making a fuss when out
No making sandwiches whilst at the dinner table
You had to hold your knife correctly
All sorts of weird and wonderful things we weren’t allowed to do and they’ve all stayed with me!

I was, 17 and not allowed to join the police force as it was in another city.
My friends husband wasn't allowed to be a plumber as his mother said he was not putting his hands down other people's toilets!!!

Not allowed to play in the front garden ever.
Not allowed to play in the back garden on Sundays.
Neither my sister nor I were allowed a fringe.
Battles aplenty over food left on the plate and eating the fat off the meat. Fat turns my stomach to this day.
No ' rubbish' sweets, like penny chews, bubble gum, sherbert, and gob stoppers. There were others which we longed for - bought on the sly - and had midnight feasts.
We weren't allowed to take our teddy bears on holiday but we smuggled them into the car and produced them when it was too late to turn back. I think this was a game between kids and parents because they were never confiscated. My sister used to make them (the bears!) new clothes to go with.
I'd better stop now before I go off at too much of a tangent.
Just one more, We were never allowed to have a seat on a bus when an adult was standing.

This one was the BEST!!

^We weren't allowed to argue or fight.
We used to scream silently if we got really hurt whilst secretly fighting^

Loved it MissA
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