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

Nannyjan,also had games bought for us that had to stay in the box,put me off board games for life
Not allowed to say it was my birthday.."its asking for presents"

I wasn't allowed to dip biscuits in my tea, nor wear knickers to bed.

Also, showing off was nipped in the bud, should I ever consider it.

Oh gillybob, the Not Showing off, just jumped out at me, I was constantly told to stop showing off.

I too was one of the kids from the council estate, but there seemed to be a whole class system within the estate. Some children were alright to play with, some weren’t too bad, but we weren’t allowed to go in their houses, and some had to be avoided like the plague!

I wasn’t allowed to talk about periods.
I wasn’t allowed white knee socks, always a nice shade of faun (not sure about the spelling)
Only allowed to watch the BBC, putting me at a distinct disadvantage at school when favourite programmes were discussed.
I never owned a pair of trousers till I bought some with money from my Saturday job.
Never allowed to do anything like ballet or brownies, because I’d never stick to it, how could they have known?
Those were the days weren’t they?

Eating in the street-common.
Sitting on cold doorstop-you would get piles.

downtoearth why have toys if you can't get them out?

I cannot recall anything 'not being allowed' .

I wasnt allowed to get my toys out
..too messy
Out with out my brother 5 years younger..
To have friends in...
To have friends out,especially Sylvia from up the road,who made the worst mistake ever,she got in when the mums where talking at each other....and got all the toys ou
I liked Sylvia,she was my sort of girl,we got into lots of mischief together

As a small child I don’t remember but I do remember being told by my dad when I got to 18 NEVER accept a brandy and babycham from a man as he was only after one thing. I wasn’t allowed to wear heels so used to swap my shoes when I got out, did my parents really think I was going out in a sparkly dress and hob nail boots??

I wasn't allowed in Woolworths or a local coffee bar. Neither was I allowed to grow my hair. My mother would secretly ring the hairdresser and tell her to cut it short no matter what I said.

Women don't whistle, apparently, so whilst my brothers could whistle a merry tune I was barred.

When I got married and suggested that I'd like to have my ears pierced my (first) husband refused me permission (!!) and told me that was something only gypsies and prostitutes did. Ironically his mum had her ears pierced just before we were divorced.

Not allowed plaits, no idea why.
Not allowed a fringe as it was ‘common’?!
By 15, after a school exchange to Paris, I had a ponytail and a fringe.
Have a bicycle, I had had a tricycle, then a scooter, and assumed that a two wheeler was the next step. My mother, who had cycled to the milk train to get to school in Shropshire, just wasn’t having it. I learnt on a borrowed bicycle on holiday but the answer was still no!

I had to have a fringe; I wasn't allowed hair that might look less than "done" it looks like I've been pulled through a hedge backwards these days

Radiators cause piles? How odd. In our house they were caused by sitting on a cold doorstep. Apparently.
Sitting too close to the television would "strain our eyes and give us a squint".
Sitting too close to the fire would give you mottled marks on your legs and that was evidence of the blood in your veins "setting". AND THEY WOULD NEVER GO AWAY!

The only thing I can remember is my mother liking our clothes to be modest. It wasn't that she ever said so or used those words, but I can remember having my first party dress made when we lived in Kuala Lumpur and my mother made the tailor make the v neckline very high. and the shoulders wide. As soon as I left school and had my own money I got someone to remodel the neck with a deep curving neckline and narrow shoulders.

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

I wasn’t allowed long hair - no idea why
Or play in the street
Or argue
Or have a friend sleepover. (Not that it would have been called that)

Overall I wasn’t unhappy and certainly didn’t feel deprived, I still wish I’d been allowed to grow my hair though.

Oh yes I remember the radiator would cause piles
An I wasn’t never to let my Dad see a monthly pad clean or not ???

I wasn't allowed not to wear a full petticoat, and I wasn't allowed to have my hair down.
It was always tied up, in case I got nits.
Nits are not nice.

I wasn’t allowed a fringe ( because Nan didn’t like the) always wanted one
I wasn’t allowed to go swimming or wash my hair when I had a period
I wasn’t a,lowed to do games without my cardi on (don’t ask) if I had any signs of a cold
I was a slight rebel as a teen and went out and about sometimes with cover ups I remember going to an all night beach party haven’t a clue how I did it as I would never been allowed and sleep overs weren’t invented then as far as I remember

So was I, gilly

I was one of the “rough kids” from the council estate MissA

I wasn't allowed to go upstairs on the school bus, because the "rough" kids went up there, and more importantly my socks would get filthy.

Just remembered another one - don't sit on a radiator, all sorts of dire threats of what might ensue!

Not allowed navy knickers (felt so stupid in my old granny flowery things).
Not allowed to have my friends over when my dad was in.
Not allowed to touch my bum or anywhere remotely “rude”
Not allowed to use names for “rude” body parts
Not allowed to stay up past very strict bedtime, unless dad was on night shift ...hurray....in which case the rules went out the window.
Not allowed to “show off”
Not allowed to whisper (whispering is back biting and back biting is telling lies???? )
Not allowed to sit on the wall outside the shops.
Not allowed to stay over at my friends unless I took my sister too.

Sorry Dora but I think that takes the biscuit, having to wait until you were home to "make a fuss!"

Make a fuss in public. When I was eight my brother shut my fingers in the car door and I wasn’t allowed to cry until I was in the house.
Eat in the street. Actually, this was a reportable offence at school too- worth a detention. As was removing our hats and our gloves. We weren’t supposed to talk to the boys from the boys’ school either.