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

I wasn't allowed to speak with northern vowels, even though we lived in a town in NW England. I began to slip into the vernacular when I started school. Also my grandma wouldn't allow us to play cards on a Sunday, but I've never understood why Monopoly was OK

Had to think hard about this. The main ones I can recall are:

Not allowed to have long hair (I now think that it’s because it was curly as a child and my mum couldn’t get a comb through it). She cut it off herself and it’s been pretty straight ever since.

No swearing - that was a definite clip round the ear. My mum was horrified at the thought of my sister and I saying bad words.

The one that sticks with me the most though was “no smoking.” My mum always threatened to make me eat it if she found me with a cigarette. She would have too! I was never attracted to it anyway and never did take up smoking.

The first two went out of the window pretty quickly though!

I wasn't allowed to eat in the street. If we bought fish and chips it stayed wrapped up till we got home.

Wasn’t allowed to wear my bra under school blouse without a vest, as it wasn’t nice to show bra straps and never allowed to go out without my coat done up as it looked bad!! ?????

Say anything nice about myself. I was bragging.

Oh, the make a fuss in public thing resonated with me. The worst thing I could do would be to "make a show" of my mother - in fact, I was soundly berated by her for doing just that by crying at my dad's funeral, would you believe? She had so many "not alloweds" that I'd be here all day trying to relate them...

My Dad’s mantra was that I had to be lady like. This included some bizarre things like not helping him in the garden. It was probably his version of “me” time!

My brothers were not allowed to hit me even in retaliation because boys don’t hit girls! That seemed fair enough - to me!

Also remember having to wear a liberty bodice under my vest in the winter.

Eat walking along the street. My Dad had a real thing about it. I still feel guilty today!

My mother would not allow me to go out and play with 'the village children'. She was from a very poor Irish background but had been instilled with Catholic morality so was prudish and averse to anything untoward.

To be honest, it didn't do me a huge amount of harm given that I actually knew some of the things the kids got up to (which she didn't) and it made me think about others.

Not allowed to say liar, shut up or twit. It still feels vaguely wrong to type the words. Clearly I'm not at all rebellious.

We were told off about sitting with our legs apart even if we were wearing trousers. Also, sitting like Christine Keeler in the famous photoshoot - those behaviours just weren't nice - not ladylike.
We weren't allowed to go out and 'just hang' as kids say today - we had to have somewhere specific to go.

Not allowed to go abroad with my friend at 17, because someone at work had told her what went on ??? This was the 70’s.
so we went with my friends parents, who let us do what we liked. ?

Not allowed - eating in the street, chewing gum, whistling( only men do that!), and going out without a liberty bodice in the winter, vest in the summer.

At 17 I wanted to leave school and go, with a friend, to live abroad as we'd been offered unspecified jobs by a seemingly lovely man we met who brought exchange students to the UK.

After dire warnings from parents about '"the white slave trade" (we laughed) our parents refused us permission to go.

When I read now about trafficked girls I wonder if we had a very lucky escape.

Whistle..." A whistling woman and a crowing hen are neither use to God nor men". I did whistle occasionally when with friends but always feared some dire retribution. It's a funny old life isn't it?

So many things here are familiar. Most things were either common or not ladylike.
We weren't allowed to play out on Sunday. I had to wear gloves and hat to Sunday School though no-one else did. We weren't allowed to play with certain children whose parents were common. When grandparents visited the saying "children should be seen and not heard" was insisted on.

Good table manners were high on the list in our house:
No elbows on the table
No talking with food in mouth and keeping mouth closed
No leaving knife and fork crossed over on the plate
Eating everything up that was put in front of you
Asking permission to be excused afterwards.

I had a crombie coat Helennonotion. but I had started work in 1970 so bought my own. I remember the 'look' well
Thinking back to to the early 70's and what I wore I'm very surprised that my mum didn't have a moan.
Hotpants, halter-neck tops which covered the front leaving a completely bare back, and no bra lol I bought a lovely white blouse that tied up all the way from the top to bottom at the front with a white lace which revealed part boobs and cleavage.
Dare I say, love bites round my neck. Come on, anyone else own up? It was the 'in' thing.
Considering my mum was more 'victorian' than my dad, he was as easy as an old shoe, mum never said a word.
Thinking back now, I feel embarrassed of me. I don't know how I dared.

Speak unless spoken to.
Invite any friends to the house
Be friends with anyone mum didn't approve of
Talk of any achievements that was showing off
Just about anything really no wonder we have little contact now

We weren't allowed to eat in the street, or point at anything or anyone either.

Not allowed to play outside on a Sunday (west of Scotland).

Not allowed to say, "Shut up!) although the grown-ups did. We had to say, "Be quiet!".

Never allowed to wear nail varnish, even when playing and certainly pierced ears were "common".

Later on, we were not allowed mini skirts or high heels

My mother was horrified when women and girls started wearing jeans with fly fronts and utterly forbade us to do so, they were "suggestive". She must have had a very odd idea of female anatomy to thing it easier for a man to get his hands in a girl's pants because her jeans opened at the front rather than at the side!

Was not allowed to watch Peyton Place or Dr. Kildare because they were American rubbish. Not allowed to play on a Sunday. Couldn't sit on a cold wall (I'd get piles). Not allowed to gaze at myself in the mirror. That was vain. Not allowed feet up on fireplace when lounging in the armchair. Apparently I'd chip the fireplace, even in my socks!

Not allowed to play out or, even worse, on the play equipment in the park on a Sunday. Hate Sundays to this day!

Yes, the pointing was out, eating in the street, dropping rubbish, showing off, getting above yourself, being a bossy boots,immaculate table manners at all times.....please may I leave the table, not interrupting adults ever, not saying " Ta" ,not liking people who didn't run children's parties in an orderly fashion,no plying out on Sunday on and on it went.

Oh on the rare occasions we went out, you must eat what you are given.

Not allowed to watch desmond Morris' television wildlife programme because of the sexual antics of the animals featured!

Can't think of anything. I think I must have had a very free thinking upbringing.

No wonder I turned out like I did.