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Growing up in the 80’s

Growing up in the 80’s

Yes, I was born in the 80’s and spent most of my childhood in them. I have 2 sisters, mum, dad, aunts, uncles and grandparents. We lived on a modern housing estate in Cheshire (not the posh bit). All pretty normal and very 2.4 kids blah blah blah.

That’s not the focus of this post, I will write more about my childhood because, to be quite honest, it was AWESOME!

Today’s post however is about discipline, ooooh dun dun dun, I swore.

Discipline seems to have become a bad thing nowadays but when I was young it meant we had respect for our parents, well I say parents, I really mean mum.

We weren’t hit or yelled at, it was way worse than that, to be frank, a slap would have been less horrifying than our punishment.

We got full named!!! OMG the terror that still brings to me now.

My sisters and I all had nicknames, as you do in families. We knew from the name we got what the situation was so;

Nickname – situation normal

First name – Uh oh, better go face the music

First and middle name – Balls, how long can I wait before I really have to go and explain myself

Full name, first, middle and last – HOLY SHIT, run for your life the world is coming to an end!!

That was the level of respect we had for our mum. The very thought of disappointing her was far worse than any actual punishment she could have given us and to be honest, Dad would occasionally slap us round the head and we’d just slap him back so physical punishment was never going to work.

Mum never got mad, she never shouted, she got quiet, my mum being quiet is terrifying. Still to this day if mum uses ‘the tone’ on my sister and I we stop what we’re doing and stand totally still, we’re both in our 30’s and it still works!

I don’t know how she did it or where she learnt it from but boy does it work. Because we had such a great childhood and we did lots of things as a family, the thought of disappointing our parents and not being able to do those family things was horrible, a far better punishment for us was to say no, you can’t go outside and play badminton, rather than no you can’t watch telly, we only had 4 channels so who cares!

There was only one instance of my sister and I getting full named that we can remember, and no one could remember for years why we were full named, we could just remember it happening, we actually ran away when we got full named and hid in the local wood for an hour! This happened when I was maybe 10ish, little sister would have been 6 but no one was able to recall why until I was about 28!

My sister and I had taken all of mums bed sheets (yes all of them), and made a fort in the local wood with them, and then left them there for about 4 days. Mum didn’t know until she went to change the bed and couldn’t find any of her sheets, oops. Sorry mum.

We can laugh about it now, but at the time we were not laughing, being full named was a serious offence, once which we didn’t want to own up to.

I’m going to write a series of posts about my childhood, this is the first, I don’t know how often I will do them, as I write most of my blog posts when they pop into my head, but if your interested stay tuned.


11 thoughts on “Growing up in the 80’s

  1. Haha this is really funny ๐Ÿ˜‚ I can imagine people going for a walk in the woods and coming across your mums sheets, they probably thought a tramp was living there or something. Oops sorry that sounds bad – I donโ€™t mean your Mumโ€™s sheets look trampy I meant because you donโ€™t normally see sheets in the woods!! ๐Ÿ˜‚

  2. Little sister here. Must be noted that it was a very good fort. Can 100% recommend using your mum’s sheets to build a fort in the woods. So long as you’re willing to face the music when she finds out what you did!

  3. First off, that picture is EVERYTHING. I was born in 1982 so I have exactly the same ones at home.
    My mum didnโ€™t use the tone or the full name thing. It was way worse, she used the look.
    Whenever we were in public and I misbehaved or looked like I was about to misbehave she gave me the look. She scared me shitless. I think i still resent her for that ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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