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What do you miss most about being a kid?


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Popping into Hamleys in London at the weekend made me quite nostalgic. I remember when my mum used to take me up there, it used to be a big thing, and I could find toys there that they wouldn't have anywhere else. I particularly remember the hard-to-find Power Rangers and some Ninja Turtles figures. It felt like Christmas when I found something like that.

 

Nowadays it's a little excitement at getting the next big console or electronic device etc, but nothing compares to the innocence of being a kid who finds a toy he never thought he'd get.

 

So what do you miss most about being a kid?

 

School? Sports? The first time you knocked one off? You decide.

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Playing football every spare minute.

Loving wrestling.

Being entertained by make an FA Cup or Royal Rumble simply by drawing bits of paper out of a hat and rolling a dice to decide the result!

My Amiga.

My Grandad.

Match magazine.

 

I would say Roald Dahl and Secret Seven books but I managed to breed a sprog and can now force her to listen to them at bedtime!

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Popping into Hamleys in London at the weekend made me quite nostalgic. I remember when my mum used to take me up there, it used to be a big thing, and I could find toys there that they wouldn't have anywhere else. I particularly remember the hard-to-find Power Rangers and some Ninja Turtles figures. It felt like Christmas when I found something like that.

 

Nowadays it's a little excitement at getting the next big console or electronic device etc, but nothing compares to the innocence of being a kid who finds a toy he never thought he'd get.

 

So what do you miss most about being a kid?

 

School? Sports? The first time you knocked one off? You decide.

 

School for me, without question. Specifically 5th year (that's Year 11 to you young pups).

 

I fucking loved my last year at secondary school. 1999 it was - red hot summer, decent music, all was well. No rent to pay, no responsibilities, no nothing. Get up, go to school, play football at lunch break, go home, play football after school. Then cricket during the summer holidays.

 

Depresses me a bit to think that I'll never be at such peace again.

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Everything. Everything about being a kid was far superior to being an adult. School was awesome, Sport seemed better, and Sky was better as well. Also I didn't smoke or drink half as much. Wanking was an event to be enjoyed rather than a reflex or something to do when bored, and porn had a special excitement to it despite the fact that they were 7th generation tapes so they looked like David Bellamy wolfing down sausages, before halfway through a scene a clip of the ITN news at 5:40 would interrupt proceedings on the tape and it'd be a bit about Dean Saunders scoring for Oxford United or something. Football was better as well. It's sad that I can name the first XI from Leicester City's relegated premier league season in 1994-95, but I can't name half of the big teams today. Page 3 girls were better then as well. My walls were plastered in Jo Guest and Katie Richmond.

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Computer Magazines I cannot even dare to imagine how much money I spent on them:

I used to get regularly:

TOTAL!, Sega Power, Mega.

 

Occasionally I use to buy N-Force, CVG, Gamesmaster.

There was also another game magazine that I use to buy that had a more Teen/Adult theme think it may have only run for a few issues.

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Don't miss school at all. Do miss the complete lack of responsibilities, having heroes, the pleasure I got from material things, enjoying Comic Relief day, the idea that Sunderland might one day win the league, just generally the idea that there were no limits for the future.

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School for me, without question. Specifically 5th year (that's Year 11 to you young pups).

 

I fucking loved my last year at secondary school. 1999 it was - red hot summer, decent music, all was well. No rent to pay, no responsibilities, no nothing. Get up, go to school, play football at lunch break, go home, play football after school. Then cricket during the summer holidays.

 

Depresses me a bit to think that I'll never be at such peace again.

Ah we are the same age then, as that summer will always be a special one for me too, coming of the back of United winning the treble in May into the summer holidays, finding out that I was going to be attending a college course where I'd be learning to make video games and that it'd be only 2 days a week, playing football every day in gorgeous weather, some good music coming out around that time (Performances and Cocktails by the Stereophonics and Californication by RHCP being my albums of the summer) and some top films too. The craziness and hype surrounding Star Wars: Episode 1.

 

Ahhh, magic.

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Definitely the lunchtimes and after-school moments for me too. Loved being able to play football or whatever it was at the time, and I got to piss around in the gym and whatever else because my form tutor was a fit gym teacher. I was a fat fuck so never had a chance but at least it made her spend more time with me.

 

But stupid stuff like walking home through the park and having a kickabout, and shit like that. Totally took it for granted really.

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Ignorance of all the shitty things in the world.

 

I grew up in a mining town during the strikes. However, as my family weren't miners, I had no direct contact with it (apart from occassionally seeing Berry Hill on the news - which is another thing. Seeing your home town or people you knew on TV back then was a massive deal).

So my childhood was all skateboards and Star Wars. Going to the park and playing frisbee. Being able to go in the paddling pools without it being full of glass or needles (the paddling pools are now concreted over, as they didn't meet health and safety standards).

 

Going to the cinema was a big deal back then. It never really dawned on me until they were about to close it in 1997, but as my local cinema was an ex-theatre, it was all deep red velvet chairs, heavy curtains and gold swirly plasterwork on the walls. Now it's a big square room with black walls and LEDs on the edge of the steps. It just doesn't feel as special anymore.

 

No internet and less TV channels meant I played with my friends more than I see a lot of kids nowadays doing. In summer we'd bike it up to Spider Park (AKA: Forest Road Recreation Ground - the one with the big spider shaped climbing frame) and climb up the sandbanks, use kite string to make trip wires between trees, or spin the rounabout as fast as possible and then see how far you could lean outwards before you hit the ground and shredded your arse on the concrete.

 

Occassionally we'd find the obligatory naughty magazine in the bushes. That would mean daily (or twice daily, or thrice daily) visits back to that bush until it fell apart either through overhandling or through the rain getting to it. The internet makes me not appreciate seeing boobs as much. When I was a kid, just being able to make out someone's bra through their clothing was exciting enough.

And Page 3 girls. I had Sam Fox and Linda Lussardi. Fuck yeah.

 

Transformers. They were serious business back then. See how much polystyrene Ultra Magnus or Megatron came with? The ones now are shit.

 

Lego. None of this licenced crap. If you wanted a Tie Fighter back then, then you made it with what was available. Mine was red (as I had more red bricks than other colours, and so it matched the window frame), rectangular, had disproportionately small wings, had room to fit about 30 people, and had french windows at the front.

 

My memories are tarnished/enhanced by the photo's I see of those days. As Mr Kodak made film that ramped up colours to the max back then, and as people tended to take more photo's on nice days, I picture the eighties as being permanently lit with golden, late afternoon sun.

 

Just generally I have lots of memories of playing out in the garden with friends. If we were feeling lazy, we'd spread out a blanket and play Star Wars, completely ignorant of the Falklands or whatever else was going on in the world.

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Computer Magazines I cannot even dare to imagine how much money I spent on them:

I used to get regularly:

TOTAL!, Sega Power, Mega.

 

Occasionally I use to buy N-Force, CVG, Gamesmaster.

There was also another game magazine that I use to buy that had a more Teen/Adult theme think it may have only run for a few issues.

I used to get a lot of magazines. Not just gaming ones but movie ones etc too. I remember they used to be my only source of information. Nowadays I get shit like that on a daily basis on the internet and it's not nearly as fun. Having something to look forward to once a month was pretty awesome, whether it be something that'd fall through my letterbox or that I'd be surprised to see on the shelf on a random shopping trip with my mum. It was always brilliant to see games I never knew were coming out on the front cover of a mag.

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Summers were infinitely better weren't they? Playing football and cricket from 10 in the morning until 10 at night only stopping for your dinner and tea is a memory of mine.

Just reminded me. Playing cricket with a tennis racket and a tennis ball because we didn't have the right stuff. And stumps spray painted on the wall. Oh, and somebody eventually buying a proper cricket ball, someone else trying to hit it with the tennis racket and inevitibly smashing the racket and fucking up our day.

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'Larking Out'.

 

Somewhere. Anywhere. Just finding some grass or a street corner and hanging out. New things to talk about everyday, with dozens of people you knew and always some imaginary fight was looming and someone was going to get 'brayed' and kicking a football around. Sitting on a field for hours on end, never getting bored. New faces showing up, sometimes detouring to the shops or someone's house. Arguments over who was better at football, and who fancied who, and which girl was fittest. When the most important thing was winning your game of 'cuppies', and it actually felt like an achievement.

 

And little things it involved like...

 

- Throwing those snap bomb things at the floor

- Playing 'Reallio' or 'german torture' or 'block' or especially 'British Bulldog'

- Climbing onto the school roofs

- Playing 'Wall-y', where you both throw a coin at the wall and whoever lands nearest keeps both coins. Being gutted that you lost 10p and wouldn't be able to buy a Refresher of Wham bar on the way home

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