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

We were told to sit on a heater if we wanted 'Hot Pants' (they obviously hadn't heard about the risk of piles!)

sharon103 that brought back memories, my parents actively encouraged me to wear the latest fashions, hot pants, mini skirts etc. Love bites had to be covered up though, a polo neck or scarf I used to try & avoid getting them in obvious places I had a fairly carefree childhood & teenage years.

Rules were in place around eating, asking permission to leave the table, eating everything on my plate, no elbows on the table.

As I grew up in a small village there was no-one I wasn't allowed to mix with even the farm boys

Pick my nose ! Yuk

Not allowed to have a bath, swim or go into any water for at least an hour after eating because it ruined the digestion.
Not allowed to drink anything with a meal even water because it ruined the digestion.
Not allowed to chew nails, touch 'rude' parts of the body, burp or (horror of horrors) break wind.
Never allowed to eat in the street.
Not allowed to answer back to adults, be cheeky, interrupt or speak with a mouth full.
Not allowed to bring friends home unless they stayed outside.
Not allowed my best friend. Surely the worst of all! She came from the 'bad end' of the Council estate and had a step-mother. So transfixed was I by this information I was too terrified to ever go in her house in case the step-mother did something terrible to me (she was actually a jolly, happy go lucky sort of person).

Ride a long handle brush pretending it was a horse.

Wasnt allowed to wash my hair during my period , never allowed to mention the word period ( common)

I remember going on holiday to a small holiday camp when I was about 11. Made friends with other families but had to go to bed at usual bedtime and not allowed to join in with the other children in the early evening activities. How my mother explained that away to the other parents who were having fun with their children I really don’t know.
This is making me quite sad
My lovely dad did his best but was completely quietly controlled by mum.
When she died 3 years ago aged 88 my sister and I found it difficult to grieve. She spent a few weeks in a care home at the end after treating my dad like a slave for ten years, and was nearly thrown out on several occasions for being impossible.,
Sadly our lovely dad died a month later and we had hoped he would have a few carefree years. However I can now see that he enabled the behaviour.

We weren't allowed to run around straight after dinner, as our food needed to "fall off the shelf"

I wasn’t allowed to leave the garden on Sundays. I had to go to Sunday school in the morning but never allowed out after that or have friends round.

So many of those sound horribly familiar!

Wasn`t allowed to:

Mix with any `common` children ie: from council estates or who did not attend private schools.
Forget my table manners.
Not be `cheeky` to adults.
Use any rude words, even mild ones.
Put washing out on Sundays.
Wear boots (not wellingtons!) in church. Why??
Grow my hair.
Argue and\or fight with my brothers. We did, all the time!
Wear nail polish.
Watch certain programmes on TV. It was restricted anyway to just a couple of hours, less when we were younger.

Its a wonder we all turned out as lovely and well adjusted as we are.

Wasn’t allowed to go out immediately after having a bath (might catch cold), or after washing my hair (same reason).

As yes! Forgot about having to get out of sick bed for it to be “ made”

Eating in the street was definitely forbidden. I once spent my bus fare on chips and walked home eating them. Double sin according to my parents, eating in the street while wearing my Girl Guide uniform!

Eat in the street. My mother was pretty easy going but absolutely Drew the line at this, as did my school. I still find it difficult though can manage an ice cream in Italy where it seems acceptable.

We weren't allowed to "slummock" on the sofa.
We were told "if you're tired, go to bed!"

(Except we wouldn't have been allowed to do that)

I suffered terrible, terrible migraines as a child, but mum would make me get out of bed so she could make it, then I was allowed back in it.

I wasn’t allowed to eat at the table until I could do so without making a mess - I had to sit on newspaper on the floor with my plate, knife and fork.

Not allowed to use tampons as they were for married women only. No pierced ears or makeup before 16. Definitely no black underwear as only prostitutes and dirty people wore black.

Those were the days. . . .

I wasn't allowed to go to Eel Pie Island where bands played (Jazz on Saturdays, blues Sundays and Wednesdays). It was apparently a den of iniquity, full of drugs and beatniks and we'd Go To The Bad if we went. From the age of 16 I (and all my friends) went there a couple of times a week. We did Go To The Bad and had a wonderful time.

Oh my goodness so many things loads of those already mentioned
My mother didn’t like people really especially children and we did feel like nuisances to her most of the time
If she didn’t like something or somebody or somewhere it was banned for being “ common”
Sindy dolls
Shoes with heels more than 1”
Showing your legs
No playing with anyone from a council house or
Anyone who was Irish or
Anyone who was a catholic so basically
Anyone who wasn’t white and Protestant middle class
Eating away from the table
No Going to bed after a time she seemed suitable ( 7.30 until we were quite old!)
No playing out after tea ( common)
No wearing summer clothes until she decided it was “ the day”
No wearing winter clothes until “ the day”
No making a drink after kitchen closed for the evening after tea
No using tampons before marriage ( common, slutty)
Not allowed to say “ spitting with rain” ( common)
Never allowed to stay until end of Friday youth club ( might get up to no good)
No spending too much tome with lovely nanny ( her mother) as she was common, ie let us lick the cake mixing bowl and didn’t make her bed properly every morning.
Not allowed to have any conversation about you know what ( sex) , common

She nearly grounded me in the sixth form as my first very very lovely handsome boyfriend was Irish, catholic and was from a council estate.
Me and my sister were very repressed

Saggi
What the eye doesn't see

Eating in Street... pointing....... talking loudly .....I was also one of rough kids on top deck of bus!

I used to watch Quatermass with my dad

There were more 'does' than 'don'ts' in my childhood. One prohibition - we weren't allowed to go out on week-nights apart from Fridays and that was for Brownies and Guides.
The only TV programme that I wasn't allowed to watch was the Quatermass Experiment. They thought it would be too scary for me. To this day, I don't like scary films.

As my Great-Grandad was a carpenter I doubt that Jesus would have been considered common.

janipat my parents were very easygoing but mum was very insistent on good manners.
Nowt wrong with that!

Oops, do not say nowt

Add to the list - do not eat with your mouth open.

Not to sit with my back to the fire to dry my long hair as this was bad for my liver.