Your growing up years

I just played football and watched city. Didn’t have a care in the world. Mum was mad and so was dad.

A different world in many ways. And half the adults around me either killed themselves or were jailed for kiddy fiddling. I must have been ugly as fuck as non of them touched me.
 
I lived just by Heaton Park, spent all my summer holidays in there. Catching tadpoles in the golly pond, looking for golf balls on the golf course (now closed), digging bullets out of the sand hills. Polishing the slides with bread wrappers and watching the kids go flying off the end. I knew every inch of that park. It is sad to see parts of it are now neglected. Many times I lost track of the time and got a bollocking when I got home late. I couldn't see what the fuss was about but being a parent now I feel what my parents went through.
 
The smell of rubbish always brings me back to my youth. I dont know if it was because there were strikes so loads of bags accumulated around the house or because our shed was in front of our front door so the rubbish smell would hit you as soon as you'd open the door or because we were dirty feckers. I think it was a combo of the first 2.
 
Grew up on Langley , mum and dad both worked so didn’t go hungry but didn’t have too many luxuries. We went to Rhyl ( Pines caravan park) for a week every summer and we had a car. First real memories are of going to town on the bus with my grandad to get fruit and vedge from the barras on high st I think , then on to Tibb st to look at the pet shops always came home with a gold fish . First city game I went to was Wolves at home around 77 ish we lost and on the walk back to the bus stop there were Wolves fans getting battered all over the street , some were knocking on doors pleading to be let in but to no avail . Just remember the city lads were black lads and they looked huge and scary . That was it I was hooked , a couple of years later and i was going to the games with about 6 lads from our street when I was 11 . Times have changed, society has changed our thinking we only have to fart now and it’s on social media. Bad things happened when I was growing up obviously but unless it was in the papers or on the tv you never got to know . I’ve got three kids and 2 grandchildren, I’m over protective I know that but that’s the future I’m afraid.
 
RadcliffeRick said:
I lived just by Heaton Park, spent all my summer holidays in there. Catching tadpoles in the golly pond, looking for golf balls on the golf course (now closed), digging bullets out of the sand hills. Polishing the slides with bread wrappers and watching the kids go flying off the end. I knew every inch of that park. It is sad to see parts of it are now neglected. Many times I lost track of the time and got a bollocking when I got home late. I couldn't see what the fuss was about but being a parent now I feel what my parents went through.
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The golf courses both the main one and pitch & putt are or were still open a couple of months ago. The p n p no longer has a hut on it, you pay in the main clubhouse.
 
Adidas Sharston said:
One day we will meet up Bob and sort this shit out.I know some decent bars & restaurants in M22.
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How do I know you're not a nun you could be anyone. Anyway Dennis was simply utilizing his schoolteacher skillsets by highlighting the difference between an Altar boy and a Alter boy inferring I could be transgendered. Yes I may have man tits if caught on a bad day, but that's were the similarities end. Here is a picture of the gang hard at work changing water into a wine and blessing the congregation.

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Psychedelic Casual said:
All these parents who were the ones who would get up to all sorts of shit as kids are the generation of parents who don’t like their kids do anything these days.
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That's sooo true, if my Mam knew of even 1% of the things we got up to we'd have been grounded for life, some of the things even now, some 45+ years on, I wake up from nightmares of the things we did and got lucky with, only in the nightmares, we didn't, lots of us, when I look back, are very lucky to still be alive or in one piece.

Growing up mostly in Wythenshawe, childhood was one of extremes, the highs were amazing, the lows were horrible, the Airport, Styal Woods etc on our doorstep, Town a 2p bus ride away, so we'd go with 2p and not even think about how we were going to get back, loads of great Youth Clubs, and we were very fortunate (and privileged ) to have the legend that was Jimmy Egan doing the boxing back then.

luckily, I think people tended to look out for one another, strangers or not, then, more than they do now, think it was part of a generation that saw being a decent citizen as something to be proud of.
 
Bill the Blue said:
Really sorry to hear that Karen.. I can only form an opinion of you from your posts and I just wanted to come on here before leaving for work to say that you come across as one of life's nice people.

You have time for many on here regarding their personal issues and from what I've read, have given out a lot of help and advise.

What I have picked up being on this site is that you are well loved by many on here which is a credit to you..

The past has gone and although you seem to be falling to bits with broken bones, hospital visits and a cupboard full of medication no doubt, you come across to me as being a caring person..

If that wasn't instilled in you by your parents, it just goes to show the type of person you have grown up to be..! x


Right, off to join the traffic queue..!
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I Was going to add something but i think Bill the Blue has put it so eloquently i couldnt match it nor would i want to. but it would be wrong to not say i am upset for what you have stated but the Karen7 that puts us all in order on Bluemoon forum wouldnt want pity .l am sure of that
 
Two Gun Bob said:
How do I know you're not a nun you could be anyone. Anyway I now know what Dennis was papping on about and he was simply utilizing his schoolteacher skillsets by highlighting the difference between an Altar boy and a Alter boy inferring I could be transgendered. Yes I may have man tits if you catch me on a bad day but that's were the similarities end. Here is a picture of the gang hard at work changing water into a wine and blessing the congregation.

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My gran, who was posh, had table cloths just like that
 
Young years growing up in Woodhouse Park off Portway,one huge building site,what could be better for getting up to mischief,golden times.
 
aguerooooo said:
I Was going to add something but i think Bill the Blue has put it so eloquently i couldnt match it nor would i want to. but it would be wrong to not say i am upset for what you have stated but the Karen7 that puts us all in order on Bluemoon forum wouldnt want pity .l am sure of that
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You are right i never want pity,it's good to share though ,hope it encourages other to talk and understand each other
 
Two Gun Bob said:
How do I know you're not a nun you could be anyone. Anyway I now know what Dennis was papping on about and he was simply utilizing his schoolteacher skillsets by highlighting the difference between an Altar boy and a Alter boy inferring I could be transgendered. Yes I may have man tits if you catch me on a bad day but that's were the similarities end. Here is a picture of the gang hard at work changing water into a wine and blessing the congregation.

Vjiy0TO.jpg
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No nuns in Sharston kid
 
Adidas Sharston said:
No nuns in Sharston kid
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In trying to ascertain your user name I have gone through hundreds of different Addidas styles from my favourite Sambas to Broomfields to Campus to gazzelles and forest trees and fooking sobakovs and those all immortal strutters but sadly to no avail. And the answer was staring me in the face all the time. Thank you Google Earth for identifying the quaint hamlet of Sharston. If it ever comes up in our local pub quizz I will smash the buzzer with much gusto ; ) The nuns used to steal my busfares and everfink mate.
 
Two Gun Bob said:
In trying to ascertain your user name I have gone through hundreds of different Addidas styles from my favourite Sambas to Broomfields to Campus to gazzelles and forest trees and fooking sobakovs and those all immortal strutters but sadly to no avail. And the answer was staring me in the face all the time. Thank you Google Earth for identifying the quaint hamlet of Sharston. If it ever comes up in our local pub quizz I will smash the buzzer with much gusto ; ) The nuns used to steal my busfares and everfink mate.
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Sharston is a leafy suburb in South Manchester

Adidas Forest Hills the best imo ;)
 
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