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

This thread is brilliant! I remember trying very hard to hold my knife 'like a pencil' at meal times as it annoyed the hell out of my parents. I couldn't keep it going for long, found it too awkward.
We were never ever allowed to play in the street or even the front garden.

Not allowed to eat outside, especially in school uniform.
Not allowed to make any kind of sandwich with food at the table - especially chip 'butties'!
Not allowed to leave the table empty handed after meals.
NO elbows on table - all joints will be carved!
Strict bed time.
Had to be home by 11 pm even when I had started work.

I thought I had fairly strict parents but reading through this thread I realise they were actually very easy going. I do remember as a child (maybe 11?) playing around and putting a bracelet on my ankle. I thought I'd made that discovery myself as I don't ever recall having seen anybody wearing an ankle bracelet. My mother was aghast and said I should take it off because "certain women" wore them like that, and it wasn't for nice reasons. They never ever forbade me from playing with anybody and I don't recall them ever referring to "common people" Table manners were very important, eating in the street of other than icecream or sweeties was discouraged, show respect for others, which meant no loud play on a Sunday, and never sit while an adult stands. I am very surprised at the number of Church going families who thought other children too common to play with. Thank heavens they never had to encounter Jesus as a child, I'm sure he would have been "too common" lol

Oh yes, No earrings. No nail varnish.

I hope that there's a social historian somewhere noting all of this! Am completely astounded at some of these - (Morris Dancing & Brownies most of all!
I had whistling mother, and if berated, she would say' a woman who whistles and a hen that crows, will bring good luck wherever she goes'.

Speak with a Birmingham accent at home. Wear any makeup, own a pair of pointed toe shoes, drink alcohol, go anywhere where people did drink alchol. Needless to say I rebelled in a big way when I left home.

Not allowed sloppy manners
Not allowed sloppy speech
Not allowed to stay out late (past ten)
Not allowed a lie in beyond 8 a.m. at weekends ('waste of life')
'You are NOT going out in that!!' (Father demonstrating apoplexy at Mary Quant mini dress)
'You are not hanging about with that no neck low life'

Not allowed to watch ' The Sweeney' as it was too violent. Not sure how old I was at the time definitely a teenager.

We went on a 2 week holiday to Pontins but came back after a week as the people there were common!

Same as MissAdventure.
Also not allowed to say Oh God/ for Gods sake as that was blasphemous.
And whispering was oh so rude.

Spitting
Chew gum
Say ‘what’
‘Contradict’ anything an adult said
Don’t speak till spoken to
Wear pinny over my clothes

I wasnt allowed to go Morris dancing, or to go on holiday to Butlins. Common.

We couldn't say toilet, lounge or serviette.
My father even bristled at 'OK' though in general he was a very jolly type.
OTOH he wouldn't turn a hair at the odd bloody or bugger - once we were in our teens.

I once said 'Oh, balls!' at the dinner table - I was only about 11 and had heard it from a girl at school - had no idea that it was rude.
My father just said, 'That is not a word to use in mixed company.' ?
I was still mystified as to why not! At least for another year or two.

Oh definitely chewing gum was on the list too.

My mum seemed to have an endless list of what was 'common' It included eating on the street, pierced ears, watching ITV (until she discovered Coronation St. which reminded her of her northern roots), denim jeans, patent shoes, pointing at anything/anyone (rude, apparently). She also didn't like net curtains and would have been horrified that when, after her death, my brother moved his wife into the house the first thing she did was put some up.

Not say ‘belly’ it was always tummy, say I ‘hated’ anyone, eat in the street, chew food with my mouth open. My Mother thought doing any of these things was ‘very common’.

Buy chewing gum, wear stockings to school, go to Saturday morning pictures.

Stand up straight was my mums nag, don’t slope your shoulders.

Oh! I wasn't supposed to play at throwing a ball against the house wall, in case the very old house fell down.

Still did it though.

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

No wonder I turned out like I did.

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

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 play out or, even worse, on the play equipment in the park on a Sunday. Hate Sundays to this day!

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!

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!