“That Was A Mistake”: 50 Things People Bought As Adults Because They Weren’t Allowed As Kids
Earning your own money and having disposable income is awesome. No matter if you’re a 9-5 office worker, tradesperson, entrepreneur, freelancer, or have a side gig, it feels nice to be able to afford some things that you want, not just what you need.
In many cases, you’re finally able to afford what you’ve always dreamed of. In a recent viral thread, the members of the AskReddit community spilled the beans about the things that they bought as adults because they were always denied them growing up. Keep scrolling to read their nostalgic stories!
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My own tools.
All I wanted to do was help my dad with stuff around the house but he’d always tell me I wasn’t allowed to because it’s “man’s work”. F****r wouldn’t even teach me the most basic stuff, like how to mow the lawn or check the oil in a car when I was a *teenager* cos I wasn’t born with a d**k.
Now I’m a sheet metal worker. I have more tools and they’re better quality than my dad’s ever were, and my grandpa left all his hand tools to me, his youngest granddaughter, instead of his 3 sons.
I’m sorry your dad didn’t really see you. My dad assumed I could do anything. He didn’t discourage me or my sister from our interests.
My heart cries Joy for you. Didn't grow up with a father and mother was an abuser of medication and alcohol and no grandparents. I learned things on my own. When I purchased my home, first thing I did was buy tools for the house. You are truly a wonderfully lucky to have such a Grand Dad. ❤️
Load More Replies...One of the first things you should get when you move out of your parents is your own tool set and box. It doesn't have to be extensive at first. Focus on the basics and build on to it. You'll find you'll need tools more than you think, even as a renter.
A ruler, a powerdrill, a hammer, a wrench, and a utility knife pretty much will get 90% of the jobs done. The cutting big things job can be done at a depo. I don't see why a girl should not have her own tool set and be able to take care of her needs.
Load More Replies...I was lucky to have a dad who recognised girls can and should do the same things as boys, if they wanted. I remember when I was about 8 and my brother 6, he gave us a toolbox and beginners tools. He was never a fantastic woodworker, but he did a lot of handyman jobs around the house, let us watch and do a lot as well. When we were teenagers, he made sure we knew how to use the lawnmower so we could do the lawn (one less job for him) and it meant we could also mow our grandad's lawn which was great because he overpaid us! My stepdad on the other hand, a licensed cabinetmaker, is a terrible teacher, won't let others do things he can do better and won't let us near his power tools. This would be fine, if he actually ever got around to doing the jobs he says he is going to do.
When I asked my dad to teach me how to mow the lawn, he said "You're a girl, you'll hurt yourself". He wasn't being intentionally mean, but genuinely thought there was a correlation between the two things. Now I'm older, I mow, have my own tools, and can change a tire on a car. When my daughters moved out of home, I gave each of them a tool kit of their own. The knowledge of how to use them, they already had.
I was lucky. I used to help all the time. When I was little, I could eyeball a bolt and know what size wrench or socket to grab. I used to always make stuff. The only tools I wasn’t allowed to use unsupervised was the power tools like the lathe, table saw, and stuff. I had all kinds of manual tools though. Old school bit and brace drills, hand drills, saws, screw drivers, vices clamps, and glue. We had all kinds of scrap metal, wire, wood, and screws, nails, washers, bolts, hinges, hoses, motors, and other fittings. My dad was a former motorcycle mechanic and an electrician.
Weird but anytime I’m at a parade or firework show I buy whatever my tiny 5 year old self would have wanted. A light up unicorn sword? Yep! I love it intensely for that night and then give it to a friend with small children. Healing me and paying it forward. Buy the weird thing!
I just ordered 200 € worth of Lego, so yes, I do this too. Makes my inner hurt child happy af 🥰
Now I’m tempted to buy one of those huge stuffed animals and give it to my niece later.
I do this too, I go all out with face painting, show bags and one candy item (fairy floss usually or a Pluto pup).
The downside is that this is more unnecessary plastic tat to fill landfill with
I keep my things, and make sure to choose a show bag that won’t be jsut land waste, I got a Disney wish one last year, came with two projector star lights, a key chain and mug. I still have the bag and use it also as it is reusable
Load More Replies...Any time I am by the seaside, I will happily sink £10 into those 2p tipping point machines and give any kid walking past the ticket tokens. You can amass a great many of those with £10...
Vet appts for my cat. We had so many consecutive cats growing up but my parents never got them shots so they all died of feline leukemia or other terrible deaths. Now my cat gets all his shots and his teeth cleaned and his own room and basically whatever he wants and needs. I got him from a shelter when he was four. We both hit the jackpot when we met each other.
The Reddit thread is only a month old. If you post a reply over there they'll get a notification
Load More Replies...My parents didn't believe in medical care for animals on our farm. It was very traumatic! My beautiful tortiseshell cat was dying and they wouldn't let me take her to the vet no matter how much I begged. That cat loved me more than my parents ever did.
My aunt was like this with her animals. I hated how she mistreated them. They did not even get fed regularly! (I was just a kid, so could not do much but take care of them when my parents were bringing us to visit.) She is now a MAGA and I really see myself never speaking to her again. Oh, and she considers herself "Christian". I really dislike animals neglecters.
I'm glad you have your lovely cats and look after them well, but cats shouldn't automatically all die of feline leukaemia or other diseases if they aren't vaccinated. There's a lot more going on there.
OP says "or other terrible deaths", not "diseases" - it's entirely possible that OP's childhood cats were outdoor cats, and they got run over by cars, killed by dogs/coyotes, taken by hawks/raptors, poisoned, or died due to wounds from fighting with other cats. There are so many ways kitties can die if they are outdoors cats. Or not even death - I had a cat when I was a kid and my mom refused to let him into the house - and my neighbors stole him when they moved to the East Coast. They wrote me a letter telling me that they loved him so much and were so sorry, but they just HAD to take him with them. They were adults - I was 12.
Load More Replies...Where did you live? I'm 62 and have NEVER been without a cat or two. None ever got these shots. None ever died before the age of 19. Except Indy who was hit by a car.
Yes, my first ever cat died of distemper and I was heartbroken especially finding out later that he just needed shots. I was 5.
There are many types of caring. The main one is not letting them outdoors. If your cat is exclusively indoors and you have no other pets, then they need very little in the way of veterinary care. But they all need love, affection, healthy food and caring respect.
Load More Replies...You’re far from the only person remembering your childhood fondly and wondering if you could bring back that magical feeling by surrounding yourself with things from that era. The BBC explains that nostalgia marketing is a popular way for brands to sell products. Some researchers argue that consumers are more likely to spend money on brands that evoke nostalgia.
Nostalgia marketing tends to run a cycle that’s two to three decades long. It can affect a very wide range of products, from clothing and food to toys and tech. Businesses re-introduce certain products and trends to target adults with purchasing power who are nostalgic for their childhoods. So, if you feel a sudden rush of nostalgia after seeing a childhood toy suddenly pop up on the shelf of your local shop, it’s probably not a coincidence. You might be the target audience.
Uncoordinated furniture, non-matching dishes, thrift store clothes, varying colored shoes, garage sale items, dark colored clothes, silver jewelry, etc..
My mom was obsessed with everything being new, perfect, matching, and girl colors. Oh and all jewelry had to be gold. Now that I'm an adult, I can have whatever I want and never wear pink ever again and it's glorious!
She despises that all my furniture was bought via thrift or marketplace, that i don't have a matching dish set, bedding set, or living room set. I see zero point in spending money on brand new things, especially with kids around. I had to "walk on eggshells" growing up for fear I'd break something or spill something. My kids don't get yelled at for breaking a plate or spilling a glass of kool-aid. Because their human and mistakes happen. I also don't lose my mind because I didn't spend an entire paycheck on the matching dishes.
It sound silly, but it's just nice to actually live in my house, and not just be a guest in it.
There's hardly anything more satisfying than finding that one beautiful/weird plate, mug or cup in a thrift store, purchasing it for mere cents, knowing it won't end up in a landfill (at least for now) and adding it to your collection. And mismatched tableware is just perfect for those among us that tend to be a bit clumsy...
I don't like mismatching spoons and forks because they won't nest properly and end up overfilling the utensils tray. Aside from that I'm right there with you.
Load More Replies...My mom is ... a wee bit OCD. I grew up in a house with white walls, white cabinets, white tile floors and white carpet, with white couches, and white linens, white dishes 🫣 Now as an adult, my house is quite colorful, things don't match, and I like it that way!!
How did you avoid bumping into things in whiteout conditions?
Load More Replies..."Yep, mom, nothing that's in my house is a good match - including you."
I bought all my dishes from thrift shops and garage sales, but I picked a really basic, common design, so over the years I still ended up with a fully matched set, just bought piecemeal. That's part of the fun of the hunt!
I just bought anything I liked as long as it was blue and/or white. So it doesn't match, but it goes together
Load More Replies...I have expensive china... and I USE IT... I love it and I use it. We only live once!!! I also don't live in a museum...
SO.SPOT.ON!! I'm not a thrifter but I appreciate folks who do. I have purchased items from secondhand shops but don't buy clothes or anything I eat from. I will buy furniture. It's usually better made even if it's dated. Furniture can always be updated with paint or a small redesign.
Much of my wardrobe is thrifted. You wouldn't know it because there's a lot of new to almost new clothing you can find. Some pieces are in better condition after a few washes than some brand new clothes.
Load More Replies...I could never understand people (including my own mom) who had "good" china and crystal that was never used. My mom would say that it was for when company comes over, but it never got used then either.
We spent Christmas at my grandparents' house 300 miles away, so weren't at home on the day. But every few years, my mother would get a Christmas tree for the house. It was "for me", but I was not allowed to touch it or have any input into it.
I inherited my grandma's fine white china. Why? I wash and reuse the same kitchenware everyday. Who needs a set of twelve anything when it's just you?
Live in an area with a fair amount of retirees. Can't give away fine china. Even the 2nd hand stores don't want it.
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Christmas and Birthday presents
(I was raised Jehovah Witness, which is a form of child abuse).
Forcing any religion upon a child is child abuse, but yeah JW is particularly bad.
Saw a meme years ago- "All babies are born atheist. Then somebody starts lying to them."
Load More Replies...JW parents will drag their young kids around in -40C just to show random people names in a Bible. Definitely is child abuse.
I had a friend in school who was JW. Whenever it was someones birthday and they were handing out candy, I always shared with her, because I knew she wasn't allowed to have it if it had something to do with birthdays, but if I shared it with her as a gift from a friend, we figured that should be allowed. One random day every year, we would go to the movies together and we'd eat cake to NOT celebrate her birthday. She never knew what christmas was like and was never allowed at birthday parties. I still feel for her thinking back on all that she missed out on :(
Same here. I used to lie when we went back to school about what I have been given as presents.
It was actual child abuse .. IV 40ys later still got hang ups !! My fear of the words peace and security !! If you know you know .. and my first Xmas was aged 20 my own kids now with their own kids think our Xmases was a bit OTT but they don't realise we had no idea how they should be !! We were not even allowed to watch programs with them in !!.or TV at all in some households ! So what did I know somi.made.up for lost time and showered my kids with presents as I could afford .. I'd no clue just wanted it to be like.id seen in pictures .. then some .. but now my kids are doing it their own way but still with a bit of my input for their children .. big bag of toys etc rather than just a few select ones as most would do now .. but Def when U were raised like that (I got dragged on the platform to be told by elders that I'd sinned as I took home a present my teacher gave me in primary school!!! I had to give it back with a trained message about what they believe I was like.7 or 8!?)
I think you were blessed to be raised a Jehovah’s Witness. I was actually abused, not fake abused.
Albuterol.
My mom said I was faking my asthma attacks.
I don't talk to her anymore.
Ok, I thought this was supposed to be a fun post and someone had to get all serious.
nice caring attitude you've got showing there. I hope you receive as much empathy as you show.
Load More Replies...It's actually really hard to fake an asthma attack without it sounding fake. The wheezing that comes from the chest, not just the throat, the colour change in your face from lack of proper oxygen, the inability to speak clearly and loud enough. I've gotten "spoken to" by a manager who walked off when I was trying to tell him I couldn't breath and speak. Then had the audacity to tell me I was supposed to talk to him about what was wrong, and it was wrong that I didn't immediately talk to him. I... I can't with some people. I just can't cope with this society. He's just one example out of many who are like this.
Here's a story of dumbassery and toxic positivity. My mom was born and raised in a town of 100 people. When myself and my sister were born, we developed severe asthma while in a city of 1 million. In order to "protect us" from the fumes of all the cars, my mom and dad moved us to a small town of 500 an hour south of the city. They bought a house across the street from a grain elevator. We were showered with pollen, seed dust, dirt, and diesel fumes from the trucks. There were bugs and mice EVERYWHERE! We ended up hospitalized multiple times. Later, after moving to somewhere safe, my mom blamed our continued breathing problems on all the steroids we were given and cut off our medication in favor of healing prayer. F*****g idiot
Yup! My mom was similar. Except she believed I was having an attack, just thought I should be able to "control my breathing" to end it. 🙄
Hmm I did this with my little bother who spouted these delusions not on this kind of serious scale tho D: ||| I pinch him and ask him not to wince in pain. I gradually increased in strength until he did. Said delusion stopped. I don't think it would work on your mother tho. Being old enough to be a mother and still think like that... I would say she is a lost cause XD
Load More Replies...I'm assuming that this is from a country without free healthcare. Here the consultation and medication would be free for a child. If not, then the mom is an even bigger a-hole.
Some people in the US will skip medical help because of the cost, but crazy can;t be stopped by borders.
Load More Replies...I walked around with a broken wrist for a week because I was faking it. Also "faking sick" for continuous weeks in 4th grade which turned out to be mononucleosis.
However, there are indications that the nostalgia marketing cycle is speeding up. Global events like the Covid-19 pandemic and changes in how we communicate might have something to do with this shift in people’s perception of time. “With Covid, and the lockdowns, and social distancing, it was like we were trapped in a time warp. People became nostalgic for things that happened just last week, or just last month, or just last year," Krystine Batcho, a professor at LeMoyne College in Syracuse, New York, explained to the BBC.
According to Batcho, during the initial lockdowns, people felt nostalgic for things they were doing only recently, whether that’s meeting up with a friend for lunch or going to the cinema.
When I turned 18 I drove myself down to walmart and got a case of pop and some sugary cereal(specifically reese puffs)
My mom was really pissed, she called my dad who told her “be happy he’s not buying cigarettes booze and p*rn”.
Isn't adulthood great? I can get myself a box of mac and cheese and eat it at 1 AM, and you can make fun of me all you want to, but it's mine and I can eat it whenever I want.
I felt like this with time. Sounds odd but when you're told "Turn off the TV, go to bed." and "Turn off the light!" at 10pm, when I lived on my own I realized there was no one there to tell when I had to go to bed to respect their sleep schedule. I started staying up all night playing video games, watching movies, doing whatever I wanted. Then I started going out, even for a walk, at night without having to ask permission and have curfews. The freedom gets you going wild. Now, at 40, I'm like "Eh, I'm tired. Going to bed now." at 8pm. Just the thought of going anywhere past 11pm gets me asking "Where? Nothing is open worth going to."
Load More Replies...Memory unlocked!!! My first paycheck I bought the Eminem album and and 10 pound bag of Skittles. She still confiscated them cause I was only 15. But now I'm an adult and a candy and soda addict
If you had to wait to 18 to buy Reese's puffs and soda, your mom's a psycho. And stop going to whatever church she was dragging you to.
One thing that amuses me (as a kid who was dragged to church) is to note that the congregation has virtually no men, some children of draggable age, NO children larger than draggable age, and so is predominantly composed of women gathered to listen to a man telling them that because he has a reproductive part he doesn't use (Catholic priests are supposed to be celibate), that they can't do what he does, and they have to listen to him.
Load More Replies...I'm the youngest of 13 and we were super poor growing up. When I started working when I was 15 one of the first things I did was buy a family sized box of Count Chocula cereal. I absolutely love that cereal and one of the great things about being an adult is that if I want cereal for dinner or at 2 am then I can have it. Now that Mom is gone and I don't have to worry about fixing dinner everyday I pretty much eat whatever and whenever I want too.
First destination was Walmart. I suspect there was another destination after it got dark.
Load More Replies...Porn lol funny enough it lets you write that one but not p. A ..w. N
Load More Replies...When I was around 8 I asked my mother if I could have an ice cream cone for breakfast. We had ice cream in the fridge and cones in the cupboard. Her first answer was NO. Then about 10 seconds later she said, "Wait. Why not? The cone is like cereal and the ice cream is like the milk and sugar." Then she made me an ice cream cone.
A build a bear! I had always wanted one growing up but was always told no because it was too expensive. I finally decided to do it and went through the whole process of making one and filling it with love and wishes. Ya know, the whole magical process they do for the kiddos.
I haven't slept with a stuffed animal since I was little and yet I can hold onto my little bear throughout the night and wake up holding it. Whenever I feel sad or homesick I just cuddle with it and it honestly helps! It may be silly to others, but sometimes your inner child just needs something to feel safe and comforted when life gets overwhelming. And that’s ok! Don’t let anyone take away what brings you joy!
I just turned 60 and I cuddle one of my baby yoda dolls every night. I love them and they are very comforting.
64 here. I sleep with two stuffies, one under my legs and a smaller one to prop up my arm. They're cute as hell and I love them! I have a bunch more on my couch because life is too short to deprive yourself of the simple things that bring you joy.
Load More Replies...When I had to travel for work, I took my little bear with me. Going back to the hotel room was like going home, just because he was there. One morning I forgot to hang the "do not disturb" (who needs their sheets washed every single day?) and they accidentally bundled up bear. I was nearly 30 but I was distraught. The staff could not have been nicer about it and bear was back by the next morning!
I have a rainbow brite doll that has been with me thru a lot of hard life things and has lived in a lot of states with me and she still sleeps in my bed every night. If it makes you happy then be happy! Small things matter in life!❤️❤️
I 💖 Rainbow Brite. I had Rainbow Brite sheets as a little girl. Those and Snoopy were the only matching bedding I ever owned as a kiddo.
Load More Replies...My bed is covered with the soft toys I bought myself. I am 71. Time for my second - better - childhood to kick in :)
To be fair, they are pretty expensive. My sister only got one because a friend paid for a birthday party there. Not sure if it is one of the toys she has on her bed now, but it's definitely in storage for when she has a bigger place.
A metal detector. I always wanted one as a kid, but my dad said I'd use it a handful of times, then it would sit and collect dust forever. I bought myself one, and it turns out that my dad was right.
Same here, so sad there will never be any more episodes.
Load More Replies...I was the opposite, I use it anytime I pull over when driving around aus 😂 the pinpointer is kept under my drivers seat. Best thing I ever got myself
I know you can rent construction tools at home depot, but i wish you could rent stuffto try different hobbies: metal detector, bow ( archery ) , easel and brushes for painting.
Some libraries have tools to check out. I used to check out framed prints.
Load More Replies...Got a Garret ACE 250 several years back. Nice basic detector. Don't use it that much but it is fun when I do. It is real handy when I've dropped something metal in the grass.
Finding something I dropped would be my biggest draw. Although since the stuff I drop is usually steel, a magnetic broom would be just as useful and significantly cheaper.
Load More Replies...I always wanted one. After 3 attempts at having one that worked I gave up. One even worked in reverse, it alerted constantly but would go silent when it passed over metal. Now before you say, "then it still worked", ask yourself this, how long are you going to carry a metal detector that is screaming constantly except for a precious few seconds? For me it was about 15 seconds.
Meanwhile, Liz Juusola, executive strategy director at Brooklyn-based branding firm Red Antler, notes that social media has made everything accessible. “You don't have to dig through an attic. Content from the last few decades, and even before, is everywhere and so easily remixed,” she said.
But Batcho argues that nostalgia has less to do with timing. Instead, it’s triggered when a person feels a difference between the present and missing something from the past, “whether it was two months ago, two years ago, or 50 years ago.”
Red lipstick, my mom let me wear makeup starting at 13, but I was not allowed to wear red lipstick ever, even at 17 when I was about to leave home, she'd make me throw it away if I bought any with my own damn money. She said, "Only wh*res wear red lipstick."
So, I wear red lipstick all the time, it's my thing.
Cosmetics brand founder Elizabeth Arden passed out free tubes of bright red lipstick to women along the Fifth Avenue suffragette march route in New York City. That's when red lipstick became a symbol of women's liberation and rebellion.
A cigarette manufacturer used the suffragette movement to promote cigarettes as a desirable thing for women to do.
Load More Replies...Someone said this to me recently, they are my age (60) and her husband “didn’t allow her to wear red lipstick as it was for tarts”. I just said I must be a tart then, I’ve been wearing red for years- it just suits my colouring.
They would need to prise my red lipstick from my cold, dead, tarty whore hands. 💋
Load More Replies...I live in a tiny Christian town and work at walmart, we once carried a red lipstick called "harlot" and i heard several people complaining about it.
I thought nearly all lipstick was basically red. Different shades sure, but red nonetheless.
Red, pink and orange are the most common, sure. But there's a smorgasbord of colors, my wife has white, blue, green, purple and yellow along with the more muted tones.
Load More Replies...I wear women's clear lip gloss. My father abused me for being gay since I was like 3 (yes, you read that correctly). Anything not "manly" would be horribly ridiculed. I always like how lip gloss looked and wear it whenever I want now. Haven't spoken to that horrible old man in over 25 years.
I finally bought a house and have left it largely empty because I grew up in a hoarding household. So I guess I technically bought space.
My mom was the oldest out of 6 kids, in irish catholic working class family, so she grew up being treated like a maid/parent number 3....so once she was out of the house and married, she avoided pretty much all housework like the plague. Despite having a dishwasher, dirty dishes would pile up in the sink for days, deep cleaning anything was more of a theory, and there was just clutter, everywhere....months worth of magazines and newspapers would pile up in the living room....i absolutely hated it. So now, i refuse to let ANYTHING sit in the sink, and i'm obsessive about keeping everything organized, floors and surfaces clear of anything not actively in use.6
The extremes of generational trauma are real here. Sorry that both your mom and you had to deal with all this.
Load More Replies...One positive aspect of growing up in problematic households, is it often leads one to avoid the worst habits at all costs. Not always, but at least sometimes it's an effective deterrent. Thinking cigarettes, alcohol, hoarding, abuse and the like...
I started cooking in middle school so I could eat better food.
Load More Replies...Not a hoarder but I am an ardent music collector on practically every piece of medium that can be recorded onto. When I bought my new home, I made the joke that I have 10 tons of śhit in a 5 ton house!
Same here. I love the freedom of throwing away things, that are not useful
Hotdog buns for the hotdogs. If you know, you know.
I lived in a small town that had two main grocery stores at opposite ends of town. Store A sold foot-long hot dogs, but not foot-long hot dog buns. Store B sold the foot-long hot dog buns, but no foot-long hot dogs.
That wasn't by chance. It got you into both stores when you wanted hot dogs.
Load More Replies...This IS a hot dog bun! And a hamburger bun, and a pizza, and cinnamon toast...
What kind of monster would make a pizza with bread when Thomas' English Muffins exist?
Load More Replies...Hot dogs are around but not as popular in Australia. A bbq sausage is pretty much almost always served on a slice of white bread, unless wholegrain is preferred.
Load More Replies...I don't know... Food stamp day was toasted bread topped with hot dogs, cheese and canned chili.When I was a kid that meal was that month's culinary delight! I'm in my fifties and still crave it from time to time!
That's when you find that counts on the packages are always different. Dozen dogs, ten buns, why?
I remember eating lunch at a friend's house and we had hot dogs on bread. Only my mother's training to keep my opinions to myself kept me from asking why. I did tell Mom, because I thought it was weird. Mom's first words were "I hope you didn't say anything to their mother!" She was a stickler for good manners. I miss her. ♥
What was your first grown-up purchase that you couldn’t wait to make, once you started earning proper money, dear Pandas? Was there anything you lacked or really wanted when you were a kid that you now easily buy for yourself whenever you want it or need it?
What are the biggest things you feel nostalgic about from your childhood? If you have a moment, tell us all about it in the comments!
Whatever I want? Is that an answer.
In all honesty…I remember being like 14 and my dad and his girlfriend making breakfast one morning. I didn’t want to get out of bed because I had cramps. I did anyway. I went downstairs and as soon as I got in the middle of the kitchen I felt my period come.
Not just a drip. A clot. I said I needed tampons. I was told I had to work with panty liners because that’s all we had and neither of them had the money to go get tampons. I had to use toilet paper all weekend until I got to school and could buy a box in the “school store” with my own money (I was a sophomore).
I buy tampons whenever they’re bogo now. I have like six boxes under my sink and keep a mini purse full of them in my regular purse to have on hand and give out to any other ladies in need.
I've gone through menopause, but I still keep pads in my cupboard at school for girls who are too shy to go ask at the office.
This is a popular item in the food pantry as well! (Here in the USA) You can't buy things like personal hygiene if you get food stamps, so cash needs to be spent on those items. TP, soap, etc are other popular items. Tampons and such get expensive when money is tight!
I came here to say this. Whenever they're doing food donations, make sure to throw in a box or two of tampons if you can. I also donate about $500+ of products a year to https://isupportthegirls.org/ you shouldn't have to choose between food and hygiene products.
Load More Replies...My mom got mad at me for using tampons instead of pads. Sorry mom, can't handle the wet diaper feeling.
I haven't had a period in a long time as am on the injection, I still carry a couple of tampons around on a night out in case a sister needs one.
I'm a 72M who lives alone and always have a variety of tampons and other menstrual products around.
I bought an ice cream cake for no reason once. The freedom is palpable.
The pro and con of being an adult is you can buy just about anything and nobody can stop you.
...or you can have eggs for dinner and ice cream for breakfast. 😂😂😂
Load More Replies...I'd like to win the lottery, but it also scares me. What if I could buy $100 worth of good chocolate every week with just pocket change?
You would become profoundly sick of chocolate in a far shorter span of time than you imagine.
Load More Replies...The bakery department is a dangerous place for my inner kid brain. Ngl, it's a weekly treat for me and I can buy whatever I want. Or at least what my account allows.
Right? I can buy myself a f*cking cheesecake whenever I want. WHY? I'm a grown-up and don't need permission. I tell my husband all the time, "Hell, eat ice cream for dinner if you want to. I'm not your Mom".
A colleague and I share a birthday week... I bought us the Benjamin Blümchen cake😄
Hobbies for my kids, the ones they want. I wanted to play sports, and play guitar but was always told "No". I wanted to learn to play literally any instrument, but was denied. I wanted to play Hockey too, but wasn't allowed. It wasn't because of money, I was put unwillingly into other activities that I never asked for or wanted.
So, when my kid asked for cello lessons at the age of 7, they got cello lessons. When my youngest said they wanted to give up soccer for ballet, we swapped soccer for ballet. My only rule is they have to finish the season, they are not allowed to join a team or group and quit part way through (without good reason), they have to finish the season before quitting.
Yup, piano lessons. Mother said no without further explanation. I still want to learn and will eventually find a good teacher.
I used to beg my parents for a piano the whole time I was growing up but the answer was always no. Literally on the eve of me moving out on my own to a tiny apartment, a delivery truck pulls up outside my parent's house and my mom announces that she bought me a piano for my birthday and would pay for lessons. Like, what am I supposed to do with that now? The apartment was barely big enough for a sofa and coffee table, much less a huge musical instrument. I tried to learn a little bit by ear when I visited my parents, but life happens, and the poor piano sat unplayed at my parent's house until it got donated many yeas later.
Load More Replies...I swear some parents ( think Boomers) just say no to their kids out of spite and control, with no real reason other than that. My mom put me in dance and art classes. I wanted to take karate and figure skating. Always no.
"you must finish the season" was our rule as well. They either will find out it's not so bad, or never do it again. We were happy either way.
This is still the rule in my family. But my daughter (11yo) turned out to be very consistent: she does ballet since she was 4 and swimming from age 6.
Load More Replies...Forced to participate in sports as a child (as we all were) and detested it to the depths of my soul. I swore I would never put my kids through that torture. One WANTED to play baseball, so that was fine. The other was not interested so I was very happy about that. Once the baseball thing was done, there was no more interest. I had a parenthood with content children and almost free from pointless chauffeur duty.
My mom had a similar trauma from music lessons, so we never got into that, and I didn't know better than it was not fun. But looking back, I think I would have actually enjoyed it. It would have been better if my parents had given us a honest chance to discover what we liked. Eventually I started singing in my late teenage years, and I'm a skilled amateur singer now, but it's a pity I never learned to play an instrument. I tried a few times as an adult, but I just haven't got the time, dedication and ease in learning children usually have, so I stick with the singing that I'm already good at.
Load More Replies...Piano. A neighbor had one she would GIVE us but my mom didn't like her so I didn't get a piano. She did buy me a clarinet, which was better than nothing, but with it came threats if I quit.
Box of 64 Crayola crayons, the one with the sharpener.
Also all the chocolate.
Crayola crayons are the only ones worth having. We had cheap waxy crayons that don't really give much color. Yes, adults buy Crayola.
I had Crayola crayons for many years and replaced them with cheap crayons. Big mistake!
Load More Replies...I've got a 168 pack on my wishlist, and about 20 hilarious or artistically interesting books for coloring. Not the more recent offerings of patterns or designs for adults to color, I don't like those at all. I do, of course, love chocolate!
I was well into my 30s when I got myself one of those toys where the little fishes go round and round and keep opening and closing their mouths and you have to fish them out with a rod with a magnet at the end. I was really not denied or neglected as a kid, but my parents had healthy boundaries when it came to spending, and - correctly - they told me this is the kind of toy you'd be bored with after five minutes. I understood but at the back of my mind those fishes were dancing for like three decades, calling me! So I bought one, and had the best fun for like 20 minutes! So satisfying! Then I marched into the first pound shop and donated it. Hope someone else enjoyed it just as much!
Paid the adoption fees for two kitties.
They are happy healthy pair of siblings that I literally wake up to go to work for.
And I've always loved black cats. Toni is a diva and I love her and her brother Ginger. As of this post Toni is sleeping on top of my fuzzy jacket and Ginger is in a box of blankets for guests.
Black cats have the lowest adoption rate, highest euthanasia rate, and strays are more likely to be abused or killed randomly due to humans being largely stupid apes who buy into superstition. Black cats should always be the first choice.
Same with dogs. That's why I will always adopt black. My Zoe is mostly black and she is beautiful!! Once you go black, you never go back!!! 😍
Load More Replies...I have 2 black cats currently living and one that passed about 11 years ago now. Echo is in the foreground, got her from a lady giving away free kittens. Finn (in the background) is fully black and he crawled into my car while I was cleaning it 9 years ago. If I had more room and unlimited funds, I would adopt all the black cats, I LOVE them!! NMTT6154-6...7332f0.jpg
I have always been partial to calicoes, solid black cats and solid white cats. My oldest boy is a "bombay." Black as the night and I have 2 calicoes. Calicoes are totally wired wrong! But honestly, any cat will do!
The only reason I didn't adopt a black cat is because I was afraid I might accidently step on her or him in low light situations.
Nah, they move pretty quickly. I'm a wheelchair user, and I've only caught a tail once.
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More than one slice of ham or cheese on a sandwich.
I felt this! Came from a very poor and chaotic home, my mum would slice the cheese sooooooo thin you couldn’t taste it
We call it a "microfilm" of cheese. I don't know how they got it so thin.
Load More Replies...Yes, and I no longer buy that individually wrapped slices of "cheese product" or Velveeta. I buy real cheese. Not artificial "cheeze"
This!! Cheap Bologna, Liver Cheese and if we had money some hot dogs (no buns of course) was all we had growing up. Velveeta was sliced as thin as possible when we could afford to buy it. Buying Pastrami, Salami, Roast Beef, Smoked Sausages, Pre-seasoned Sausage or Slab Bacon, etc.(we had ground pork that we seasoned ourselves and Jowl Bacon or Salt Pork) etc. didn't happen until I was much older and was making decent money and even then for years I felt guilty spending the money and buying it. The first time when I was making good money and was able to buy something for me and Mom out of the deli at our local grocery store, (1/4 lb pastrami, 1/4 lb roast beef, 1/4 lb deviled egg potato salad, 1/4 lb coleslaw) I will NEVER forget the look and smile on my Mom's face. It sounds stupid but BOTH of us finally felt like we had made it and I was so happy to give Mom that experience, for the first time for once in both of our lives things were actually okay and we could breathe.
I remember the first time I realized I wasn't poor. I was out to dinner with my cousin, and was having a hard time deciding what to order. What I wanted was one of the more expensive things on the menu so I kept shying away from it. I finally realized "you can afford it" and that I didn't have to find the cheapest thing I could settle for. I was in my mid 30s.
Load More Replies...I grew up pretty poor, and I remember we always had these awful “cheese” slices that you would buy in packs of 100 slices. Picture the most standard cheap American/plastic cheese at your local supermarket, but more rubbery and with about 1/4 of the flavour. I’m pretty sure it was designed for hospitals or prisons. Mum used to get them because she worked at a cafeteria one day a week and she would get these packs at wholesale price from their supplier. All of that now means that, as an adult, I LOVE the standard plastic cheese everyone else disses and still see it as a treat. I will eat slices straight from the packet and feel fancy while I do it.
In my case, it's no longer a ham and cheese sandwich, my ham sandwiches my cheese.
Yep, here too.My single mom in the '50s used to feed 4 from one small can of tuna. She did what she could. So yeah, substantial portions are a luscious!
Not something I bought per se, but I run the AC/heat whenever I'm hot/cold. I'll pay the bill if it means being comfortable, especially if it's the summer.
YES. When I'm in my home I should be comfortable wearing undies and a tee shirt, no matter how cold it is outside.
I haven't turned my heat above 68 F even though it's freezing cold outside. I'm ALWAYS hot. If you come over you should bring extra clothes because I'm not going to be sweaty in my own house. :)
This! I live in Texas and I ALWAYS keep it cool, even when it's cold outside.
Our house was added on to in 1970, that's the first time I ever experienced AC in a home. The problem was, back then, installers didn't really understand airflow so they placed a register in each room but the only return was in the hallway, therefore rooms were still hot, especially if the door was closed. When I inherited the house in 2022, that was one of the first things I had fixed.
After sometime I moved out on my own at one point in my life I would keep the temperature down be cause of cost and trying saving money. Finally got tired of being cold and decided to be comfortable even if it means paying for a little bit more for heat and electricity. Now I keep my housecat a comfortable level for me.
I have just a window air conditioner in my living room that I use only when it gets uncomfortably hot and humid because I'd rather have open windows and fresh air. Most of the time a fan is good enough. Today, it's about 5℉ (-15℃) and my house is now 58℉ (14℃) - a bit chilly, but I just can't afford to turn up the heat. So I have an electric blanket that I can easily curly up in on the sofa, so I'm good!
Born in raised in northern Canada and I am SO grateful to be able to turn up the heat when I'm cold. I still put on a sweater and blanket but also turn up the heat. Wasn't allowed to as a kid.
Yeah... I was a live in nanny for a while for a VERY well-to-do family. They bought anything that could be seen by the neighbors and show them that "we're rich!" , no matter the cost. But I was told not to give paper tissues to the constantly sick kids because that cost money, just have them blow their nose into an old bathing towel, and to make sure to put layeres of clothes on them (and me) because the house will not be heated to more than 16 C. I pitied those people a lot.
All the books!
I have hundreds of books, but have only read about two thirds of them. I will still buy more. I will never learn.
I've been in the same pattern but I've gotten a library card and am trying to slow down my book purchases. Trying.
Load More Replies...I recently gave 16 cubic feet of books to my local library for their boo sale. Still have miles of shelves.
I was on a first name basis with all of the librarians in school and the city one. Well into adulthood, before Kindles were a thing I practically lived in those and used bookstores. I have so many books that I made myself quit buying them, because I legit ran out of room. My Brother bought me a Kindle Paperwhite when they first came out and it was the Best. Present. Ever! I'm now on my 4th Fire and I use them for EVERYTHING. My brother and niece tease me that it's surgically attached to my hand and goes with me everywhere, even to the hospital. Once I'm coherent enough to understand what the f**k is going on, I get bored out of my mind. My last trip was November 2, 2024 and I didn't even know or understand who won the election until Nov 10...God help me that was a nasty surprise!
OMFG, THIS! I became a bibliophile at the ripe old age of 6. My favorite book ever was one from 1931 called Pal by Arthur C. Bartlett. I found it buried in our attic, and it was my very first serious chapter book that I ever read and it actually had deep meaning for me. I got in trouble for something when I wa 8, couldn't tell you what. Came home to find my room empty, and everything I owned except for clothes was in the trash. Of all the things thrown out, I begged to just get my book back. Nope. Now I'm a book hoarder. Pal is out of print, so of the hundreds of books I have, that's not one of them.
Books were a constant in my home. The family room was filled with bookshelves my dad helped build, and all were full to overflowing. Due to space limitations, I'm down to about a couple hundred books. Some are actually living in closets or other spaces because I have some figurines I've collected and like to display.
Everyone needs a "Ghost library" of unread books. You'll get to them some day.
I discovered that you can get 99p books on Amazon - this can include box sets. Turns out I have read 640 books in 10 years... (Kindle)
I finally topped my Kindle books (754) over my actual hardbacks on the shelves (708). I will NEVER be without something to read.
Not me but:
My mom had a porcelain doll from my grandmother, it was very old and a bit fragile.
One day she casually told me she had sold it - I was a bit shocked as I assumed me or my sister would inherit it.
But she sold it to a very old lady (80 years plus). The old lady had several porcelain dolls and told my mom she was very poor when she was a child, never had a doll and always dreamed of having a porcelain doll (but never told anyone). So when her husband died, she started buying porcelain dolls, she loved every one of them and she was truly very happy!
So I glad my mom sold the doll, I know the old lady loved it more than I ever would.
My grandmother had all the dolls she couldn’t afford as a child. I still have a few in storage. She had only one doll as a child but her horrible mother threw it in the fire one day to punish her.
Inherited some old dolls from my grandma that I had no interest in. No one in the family wanted them. I saw they were about 50$ each online but dozens were available and probably not moving. So, I put them online for free to a good home. Someone came and got them and told me a story about how her grandma had a set and she always wanted them. Then she put them on the same site for 50$ each. I was kind of annoyed and happy to see them still up for sale months later. Hopefully someone who appreciated them ended up with them.
My Gran had a (not porcelain) doll that was about 3 feet tall with weird eyes. When she passed all her kids (7) got to choose what they wanted and put stickers on them and what their children wanted. No one wanted the doll, lol.
Decent pads. I was always told they were all the same and to get the cheap ones that felt like I was wearing a mattress between my legs and I bled thru them all the time....I was 21 and had been on my own for two years before I fully understood I could get whatever pad/ period products that I wanted and learned they weren't all the same. So many sheets and underwear ruined for no reason.
It's not abusive if they didn't have the money to buy the more expensive ones..
Load More Replies...Soaking undies in cold water will un-ruin them if you don't wash them in hot water first
Twice while in a bar drinking with friends, a woman dropped an unused tampon in my beer (once in Billings MT and once in Seattle WA) - they both said the same thing "it seemed funny in my head", sigh. I now donate monthly to period.com
Live by the joke, die by the joke. I -totally- get the "seemed funny until I did it" thing. Sometimes, you end up looking like a complete aßhole.
Load More Replies...Cheap pads and a towel on the bed was what we did. I worked in a blood bank and learned to remove blood stains, pour hydrogen peroxide all over the stain and then soak in cold water. I've saved so many pairs of scrubs and shoes that it's crazy. I wish I had known that before, because it would have saved panties, sheets and towels. That's also one of the times that I was able to teach my Mom something. The look on her face when she realized that we didn't have to have period panties, towels and sheets when we were growing up was sad and funny at the same time. Mom was from the Silent Generation, dirt poor, her Mom (Grandma bailed on them) was the only girl for years and that was a taboo subject that wasn't talked about back then.
Edit:Mom knew about the cold water, but that can be hit or miss on taking out blood stains. The part that surprised her was the hydrogen peroxide since that was something she never knew or thought about.
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Lego. So much Lego. I have a problem.
My 50-something brother-in-law did a painting job for us and wouldn't let us pay him. So we bought him a Lego Millennium Falcon. I've never seen anyone so happy.
My dad used me as an excuse to buy lego's when i was small, so i always loved them. I had a giant freezer bag filled with minifigs for the longest time. The last sets i actually built were at least 25 years ago at this point, the big X-wing set that was like 2 feet across when built, and a Semi-truck cab that was like a foot long. I loved building out the huge sets, but they've just gotten too ridiculously expensive to justify.
I was never allowed to have lego as a kid. Because to my father, lego were for boys. Now, my kids buy me lego sets for Christmas every year!
No you dont.You just know how to spendtime (and Money) useful. Enjoy those blocks
In the town where I live there are a few workspace places which are great for people whose work needs an office space once in a while. What about playshare places that have at least one room dedicated to Lego? And maybe some storage lockers so it doesn't have to be carried back and forth.
My inner child loved playing with Lego. I don't get the new ones that build a specific thing like for Starwars or anything. I just get the original bricks and play architect designing and building houses.
I have Lego in my flat as Object d’Art! I’ve got the Eagle Spacecraft (Apollo 11), the ISS, Everyome is Awesome!, a X-Wing and a Y-Wing. Oh, and Boba’s Slave I.
I haven't let the ice cream truck pass by without running out for a cone since I moved out of my parents' house.
Dang it, I don't run out to the ice cream truck, but I can't resist stopping whatever I'm doing at the merest hint of the truck jingle and shouting ICE CREAM MAN. That 5 year old is alive and well in me.
My mom used to tell me that it was just a man who drove through the neighborhood playing music. Only when my grandmother was babysitting me did she tell me it was an ice cream truck.
I was 50 the first time I bought one. I heard it and said to my ex I want one. He looked at me like I was crazy. Then I told him I never had one before. He ran out of the house and flagged him down. Best ice cream I ever had
I'm in my 60's and not as agile as I was in my younger days. But when I see an ice cream truck nearby, I'm Speedy Gonzales with cash-in-hand!
when we had the first covid lockdown, the weather was glorious, and I immediately started craving a Mr Whippy. the very first time we heard the ice cream van doing his rounds again, I let myself be gently encouraged to go for a large 99 with a flake. it was HUGE. I was nearly sick by the time I finished it, but it was SO welcome and appreciated.
In Finland ice cream trucks sell only boxes of ice cream, and it is more expensive than to get almost the same ones from supermarket. But I can't help getting all excited for my kids when we hear the jingle, and just let them go and buy some. We really couldn't afford it when I was growing up, so it's nice I can give that to my own kids..
Princess cake! I'm a guy, so I wasn't allowed it, but pink icing is elite!
The irony is that pink was mostly a guys’ color until about 60 years ago. Colors are colors and there’s nothing wrong with wearing them as we please as long as we’re not doing any harm with them.
Yep. The reasoning was that pink is more vibrant and assertive which were admirable male qualities while blue is softer and quieter so it's better for girls. Then they just randomly switched it for no apparent reason.
Load More Replies...The transition from pink being associated with boys and blue with girls to the opposite began around the mid-19th century. However, it wasn't until just before World War I that these colours started to be promoted as gender signifiers. By the 1950s, pink for girls and blue for boys became more widely accepted and established in popular culture.
I used to have a pink tie that I liked. There was a pattern to,it so it wasn't just pure pink. One of the edges got worn down so I eventually threw it away.
When I was little my grandma bought one of those fiber optic flower lamps. I was obsessed with it and always asked her to turn it on. She ended up putting it in an empty fish tank so I couldn’t touch it. I now own three of them and I turn them on whenever I want.
Lava lamps for me when I was in college. Haven't had one in years, but it was fun at the time.
I asked for a lava lamp for my 50th birthday. Never too old.
Load More Replies...My brothers loved these! They had one in their room and also in the sensory rooms at their school and respite house.
These remind me of being at this Sesame Street concert show. There were fiber optic flashlights and neon colours on the characters. It was a vibe being there. I guess the next thing like that aesthetic was Lazy Town or Doodlebops. Definitely a vibe I always now associate fiber optics with.
Mean Grandma. All she wanted was to turn it on so she could see it, not touch it.
I've got my Nan's, nobody else wanted it, I like it though.
Load More Replies...I had one that I bought through the Montgomery Wards catalog for like $18. I adored that thing. I mean, I wouldn't even give it to my nieces when they asked - and I used to spoil them rotten. Then we moved into an RV and had no safe place to put it.
I wanted a Lava lamp when they first came out. Never got one. Whenever one is mentioned or see one I still kind of want one.
A sewing machine! I was told I would not learn how to use it so they weren’t going to waste their money. Now I’m a freaking sewing fanatic.
My wife knew how to do simple things on the sewing machine, but a few years ago she decided she wanted to learn how to sew properly, and got a job in a clothing factory (read: sweatshop) She can now sew pretty much anything from scratch ( and she collected hundreds of patterns from overpriced "labels") but....now she can't stand using "consumer" grade sewing machines. The industrial sewing machines are multiple times faster, because every single machine is specialized for a specific stitch.....so now we have an industrial machine, built into it's own table that she rarely has time to use.
The first thing my mum bought with her first pay cheque was a sewing machine. She learnt sewing at school but now (if she gets around to anything) she just mends clothes. I inherited my grandma's sewing machine when she moved to a nursing home and she taught me how to use it (I knew the basics from mum's machine). I spent many years doing simple alterations (particularly shortening hems because I am really short) but am just getting into expanding my skills now. If I ever have time to spend on it, my dream is to make a whole item of clothing from a pattern.
Before you throw away a favorite article of clothing because it's beyond repair, take it apart with a seam ripper. Use it as a pattern to make a new version!
Load More Replies...My Mom had a Singer that had foot pedals and was mounted in a desk. We weren't able to afford or my Dad would allow us to have new clothes. Between the hand me downs Mom patched and 2 boxes that were packed full of patterns, pretty much everything we wore or anything in the house was handmade. Mom made me this little rag doll and would use tiny pieces of leftover fabric to make me dresses for her. I always wanted a Raggedy Ann Doll, but they were way too expensive to buy. When I was 15, I had just come home from a friend's house and in the middle of my bed was a real Raggedy Ann Doll. She was holding a little sign that said "It took me 15 years but I finally made it home, Love Always Ann" Yes, I cried like a baby and gave Mom the biggest hug. I'm almost 48 years old and I still have Ann and the sign that my Mom wrote.
Same! I make Klingon costumes. And the best? Making the front pockets in my pants longer. QaPla'!
My mom had a Singer Featherweight which I used a lot before it "officially" became mine because I used it most. It's older than I am (70) and needs a foot pedal replaced which will be done as soon as I can afford it.
Have you considered having it repaired instead? It might be easier than finding a replacement, and if you live near a Repair Cafe you can have it done for free, if it is possible of course.
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An American Girl doll. I had a childhood friend who took a trip to NYC and surprised me with an American Girl Doll. It was a Just Like You doll, I loved her so much. I didn't come from a great home life - being raised by a single parent, we had financial struggles.
One day, my mom went behind my back and sold the doll. I was heartbroken, but my mom argued that we needed the money. I'm now 27 and just purchased my first American Girl doll, it was second-hand bought through Ebay, but I have no regrets.
I have a hard time believing that there was literally no other way to get money than to sell their child's most prized possession, for probably no more than a few hundred bucks - which, yeah, might have paid rent for a month or bought a week of groceries, but certainly didn't solve their long-term issues.
I'm happy for the people who cannot imagine this is true.
Load More Replies...God, the parents people deal with. Holy s**t life is hard enough. I can't even wrap my head around how many people are raised by absolute turds. Be it religious zealots, addicts, attentive-but strict to the point of cruelty, simply cruel....it seems like good, normal, non-idiot parents are the exception, not the rule.
A Barbie. When I turned 25 I bought myself one for my birthday. I got another one from a friend overseas and got myself another one a year or so later. I had them in a display until I redecorated.
Sell toys? Hell, no, my parents gave mine away. I don't know how old I was, but I'd just had a birthday and got a Flexi-Racer. I loved that thing. I was out on the streets with it all the time (we didn't have a sidewalk yet). I came home one evening and they took it away from me and gave it to my (grown) cousin for his daughter "because they didn't have anything". I was outraged. "Now I don't have anything," I raged. Never got another one. If I could use it today, I'd prolly buy one. Parents.
Nor should you! You can have her and enjoy her and no one will take her away.
Guitars. After buying about 20, it dawned on me that no amount of guitars will put one in the hands of me at 10 years old.
I guess I was lucky then. Got my first acoustic at 14. Stayed semi-pro all my life, enjoying playing in my original bands, cover bands. And doing productions and releasing albums. Now at 58 I cannot imagine my life going differently. So, that is the one thing my father actually really did FOR ME.
This one made me tear up. I've spent 10 years replacing all the toys my parents threw out when I was "bad", because I'm a grown-up now and f*ck them.
This one broke my heart... You always see the posts and videos about receiving that one item and healing your inner child... I've always wondered if that's always the case and this post answered that for me... no... the inner child is not always healed... but effort was definitely worth it.
Not a guitar but a bassoon. I played in middle school and high school. Found out when at uni I had to have my own. Took years to get a decent student model. But now I have my second, a more professional type. Brand new as of 2019 and I am looking to finance a contra. The local light opera company and Gilbert and Sullivan Society have said they would like one for those times. It's a feeling of accomplishment being able to get one and be able to play well.
Shoes I like. ANYTHING I LIKE. But really, shoes. I bought hundreds of pairs of shoes, mostly boots. There came a time when I had to move and downsize and that’s when I realized I had a serious problem with impulse control surrounding shoes. I wasn’t allowed to wear what I wanted. My mom wanted a girly girl, and I’m not that. I have better impulse control now, but still a wonderful collection of boots.
Anyway, today my mom asked why I had Lucky Charms S’Mores cereal as I had never eaten those cereals as a kid. Well, Mom, I wasn’t allowed to eat sugary cereal as a kid, but now I’m forty f****n seven and I can eat what the f**k I want.
I occasionally buy a box of coco-pops, my parents never allowed them but when I went to stay with my gran she would always get them for me.
I still tease my mom (jokingly) because she wouldn't buy me the red patent leather shoes when I was seven years old. I mean, they were even second hand! And my toes turned out weirdly shaped anyways. Today I have a hard time resisting a good pair of impossibly weird shoes.
Haha, I've got a running whinge with my mum because she wouldn't let me wear my pale blue and silver brocade shoes to my aunt's wedding because the other bridesmaid only had white leather sandals. I mean, was that my problem? Oh and our frocks were pale blue taffeta. Over it? Heck no 😄
Load More Replies...I make my husband choco-puffs krispie treats every once in a while. The look on his face when he sees the pan is SOOOO worth it.
Speaking of sugary ceral. I eat eggs for breakfast. Many years ago I got a craving for Kellogs Sugar Pops. So bought a box of them. I don't know if it was the next day or a few days later I decided to have a bowl of the Sugar Pops. The first bite I couldn't believe how sweet that ceral was. I did end up eating the whole box though.
Shoes for me as well. I was only allowed one pair when I went back to school each fall. If I chose wrong (fashion-wise), well, too darned bad. And I wasn't allowed sneakers until I was almost 10 years old because I had narrow feet and they never fit me correctly. Now I'm a huge shoe and sneaker collector.
When I got my first job I bought a family size box of Count Chocula cereal. We always had to buy cereal that everyone would eat, so no Count Chocula for me. Mom used to tease me that if there was a shoe sale then I would find it. I'm picky as f**k and haven't paid full price for shoes in a long a*s time. I have a lot of shoes, since I'm the same foot size as when I was 15 years old my collection is pretty big. (I still own a pair of olive green clogs and beige suede leather mules that you will pry from my cold dead hands) and Boots are my f*****g kryptonite. The one thing I have learned is that if there is a sale on running shoes, which I used for work.. BUY THEM! I learned the hard way on using cheap shoes, since I spent 25 years working 8-16 hours a day on concrete floors and climbing in and out of stills and lifting heavy a*s boxes at work. Between dumb s**t when I was young, work, accidents, cancer, menopause and genetics, my body is shot to hell and I'm not even 48 years old.
My boyfriend (now husband) bought a pair of Reebok pump when he was 26.. "why did you buy them? they were in fashion ten years ago.." "I wanted then so badly when I was a kid and my parente never bought a pair ...now I can buy them by myself..."
Nutella. I was always jealous of my cousin, who got it on her sandwiches for school, but my mother said it was too expensive. So when I was making sandwiches for an underprivileged child at the school I work at, I bought some so they wouldn't have to be jealous. I would just eat a bit with a spoon!
Feeding the giraffes at the zoo. "It's just a second and it's over, it's not worth it," my mom said. I feed all the animals at the zoo now. The only one that's ever been a disappointment was budgies, they weren't really hungry, but that was only a dollar so who cares?
I highly recommend the experience! I was lucky once at the Santa Barbara Zoo. it was not very busy that day and the zookeeper let me feed the giraffe for like 20 minutes (until he didn't want any more lettuce and walked away).
One of my most cherished memories is when my girlfriends and I went to the zoo in the town where we were attending uni. We were in our 20s, and we bought a bunch of that zoo food each, and stuffed every animal we were allowed to, and touched and chased the ones in the petting zoo, and din't give a flying monkey about the fact that other than us only toddlers were doing the same. We arrived to our favourite bar covered in various animal spit up to our elbows, grinning and happy as young people can be.
The good ice cream. Growing up it was usually a big tub of the generic brand as the birthday treat. Now I can get Ben and Jerry's and not have to share with anybody :).
The real luxury here is knowing you don't have to share if you don't want to!
Or that you can eat the entire carton for dinner!
Load More Replies...I never buy the big, generic tubs anymore, as was insisted by my ex. I don't care how economical it is.
Ice cream was very special to us, but when we did have it we always had the biggest generically tub. Then we washed the tub and used it as a canister for rice, beans, flour, etc. I was older than I care to admit when a realized that canister sets were an actual thing.
It's like I didn't know what real ice cream was like until I bought "actual" ice cream. Never buy cheap again.
We had homemade ice cream when I was young and Dad was alive. It was my job to seat on the top of the bucket while everyone else took turns cranking the handle. Pain in the a*s to make, but it was the only way to feed all of us and it is still the best ice cream I've ever had. After he was gone, it was the big generic buckets we only had for birthday parties. My favorite to this day is Breyers ice cream, since there is only a few ingredients it's the closest to homemade that I've ever had and they make dozens of different flavors. Since I'm now on a tight income I buy store brands whenever I get a craving and can afford it.
Baskin-Robbins ice cream is the best. It's comforting knowing that Rocky Road and Jamoca Almond Fudge are in the freezer, and I don't need anyone's permission to indulge from time to time.
I used to buy the store brand ice cream where I shop at to get groceries. When I wanted to quit eating ice cream, there was some ingredient in there that created a strong craving for me. I really had to fight hard to resist buying ice cream. If I buy a brand name ice cream I don't have that craving as bad if I want to quit.
When I lived in a joint family with my aunt she would tell me to not eat butter or cheese as it would make me fat. I guess she didn’t want me using up her groceries. What a mean thing to say to a 10 year old. I splurge on butter, cheese and the good sourdough breads now as an adult and so does my daughter.
Salted butter. And good cheese. Maybe bacon. I'm hungry. 😋
Load More Replies...I used to love a good sourdough. Then something in my sense of taste shifted, and I don't find most of them palatable any more, unless they're toasted. There are a bunch of things that I used to like but taste bad now. Mustard and macaroni salad are the only ones I can think of just now.
Load More Replies...Learn to make sourdough bread. Easy, much cheaper than store-bought and so much more delicious.
A Christmas tree! When I was a kid, my family want really big on Christmas. We had a little 12 inch metal tree that sat on our coffee table. It was cute, but I always envied those tall, classic looking Christmas trees. I’m not up for the upkeep of a real tree, so I bought a really realistic looking fake one. It’s six feet tall, and I bought red and gold ornaments to go on it. My husband says it looks like a Hallmark tree, which is exactly what I was going for. It makes me so happy to put it up every year.
My husband and I started all these cheesy little Christmas traditions too, so I’m glad our kids will have those memories one day.
By all means, please use the 'decorations' your kids make in school. They feel so good when you use them yearly, and it goes by SO fast.
My mom still puts several on the ones my sister & I made on the tree - I am 51!!
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Therapy.
Fez_and_no_Pants:
Yup.
I told my mom I was depressed. She replied, "you're not depressed, you're just lazy".
Thanks, mom.
My GP (doctor): you live in a middle class home in a middle class community, you have nothing to be depressed about. Now, let me tell you about the poor people in Africa that I help with my missionary work. THEY have reasons to be depressed. He was no longer my GP after that.
Load More Replies...Every time I read something like this it breaks my heart. Everyone should be able to get the support they need.
Therapy is a luxury only rich people can afford... Im 47 and lived more than 30 years with mental health issues (suicide thoughs, very invasive self damage thoughts) but there IS NO WAY I can afford therapy, not even today. I can't afford even new glasses or a new pair of shoes. So yeah.. that's how many of us survive. Nothing to do
Load More Replies...When I was 10 I went to 1 session and my mom asked if I felt any better, I said I wasn't sure but she said I didn't seem better so it must not be working, so she never took me back. I think she was just mad when she found out she wasn't allowed to sit in and talk over me for once.
Anyone who tries to tell you what your own emotions are is toxic as fck and trying to manipulate you.
I was always told that I am lazy when I was a teenager. By my mum, by my dad and I believed it. I never knew what depression was, because no one ever talked about mental health issues. I only got to know what depression is in my thirties and then I got the help I needed. Still in therapy today in my forties.
My mom: What makes you think you're depressed? (As in she didn't really think I was depressed)
In today's world even for young kids there are plenty to be depressed about. I wish it wasn't that way.
I'm on Medicaid and I was able to get therapy through a telehealth system finally. My parents were much the same as the ones in this list and comments. Just got diagnosed with ADHD at 54 a year ago. I'm on meds and they seem to help a bit. I just wish my father was still alive to find out I wasn't lazy there was actually something wrong with me. He did acknowledge ADHD in my nieces from their father.
I painted my walls! We always rented and were never allowed to paint it. But now that we own a house I can paint my walls whatever I want!
We also bought a house with a tree house. I need to fix it up before my little one is big enough to use it, but I'm expecting to spend lots of time in it myself.
I miss white walls. I could redecorate ( rose/ gold to dark blue/ yellow ) without having to paint.
You can redecorate with whatever you want - no matter the color of your walls. And if you want white walls - paint them white!
Load More Replies...My mom put giant grey/pink leaves wallpaper on our living room. When I got my first paycheck, I painted my bedroom forest green. My brother teased me about that because he said he had to put 6 coats of whatever color he wanted but I didn't care. Right now every wall in my house has colors and art work and stickers. First thing up when I move in, last thing down if I move.
Mom was a wallpaper freak, and coated papered walls with pictures and mirrors. My house has off-white walls, few hanging things, and will remain so until they cremate me. So relaxing!
Paracetamol. I've always had headaches, reality bad ones due to damage nerve in the neck when I was born. My mother always refused to give me aspirin because it would "go away". I used to gently bang my head against the wall to ease the pain (not a joke) or turn all lights and sound off because of the nausea.
When I went to college, I bought myself a box of neurofen. That was a life changer!
Paracetamol (aka acetaminophen) is not the same as aspirin, Nurofen is a brand name of ibuprofen.
I got bad headaches as a kid (first symptom of fibromyalgia but didn't know at the time) and the doctor (same one who wouldn't treat my brother's broken leg) told mum it was probably psycho-somatic and to give me vitamin c tablets as a placebo. Of course it didn't work. Mum would give me paracetamol, but obviously it' not great long-term. I have a pretty high pain tolerance now, probably partly because I had to choose between pain and really bad pain, when to use painkillers.
Now this one could be considered abusive. Denying needed medical care is not trivial.
Pain medication is very dangerous for the organs (liver in particular), and with kids doubly so. Their bodies aren't finished forming/growing yet, and the changes are hard to adjust to, dosage wise. Also medication is tested on voluntary adults, not on children, so prescriptions have more of a shot in the dark factor about them.
Load More Replies...We got a lot of baby aspirin when we were kids. Mom had to do without when she was young and growing up, so she made damn sure that we always had something to take. The Tylenol poisoning freaked EVERYONE the f**k out and even after they put safety seals on them it was years before she would touch them. We stuck to aspirin and whatever type of ibuprofen that was around back then. I do still remember that when she went back to the Tylenol they still sold it with codeine over the counter. There was also Vicks 44 cough syrup that had Alcohol in it and they finally banned it because kids were using it to get drunk. Same deal when they raised the ages on buying OTC cough, cold and flu products because idiots were doing Robo shots (Robitussin) to get high. Plus, you can't get Sudafed unless it's behind the counter and they've restricted how much you can buy because, the pseudoephedrine was being used to cook meth.
I know it's not really the point, but neurofen is ibuprofen, not paracetamol/acetaminophen/Tylenol. Paracetamol, is terrible for you, and they keep dropping the daily dosing that's considered "safe" 20 years ago, it was 6000mg in a day, than it got reduced to 4000mg in a day, while new research is showing that 2000mg, or less can start to show signs of liver damage....and that's in adults, it's much, much, much worse for children.
The maximum daily dose is not actually about setting a 'safe' level, but is based on the maximum therapeutic dose, i.e. the amount at which taking any more of the medication will not have any more effect, for an average person. With paracetamol in particular, but also NSAIDs like aspirin and ibuprofen, there is a lower dose sn the label that can be "safely" exceeded under medical supervisions. But yeah paracetamol is almost unique in being very harmful in relatively small multiples of the stated maximum dose.
Load More Replies...You often need codeine as well for migraine. Hope you have a good doctor.
I wasn't denied it as a child, but we never had a recliner growing up, and I always thought of them as Status symbol or sign of making it or being an adult. So, when I made it, sort of, I got a recliner. Now, I'm a successful, functioning, reclining adult.
Did you want a lift chair as a child? I don't remember them from my childhood, but I think it would have been a favorite. Look Mom! It goes up, up, UP! Then I would have been forbidden to get on it again, and end up buying me one with my first paycheck. I guess it's good I never saw a lift chair as a child. ☺
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A bunny.
I wanted one sooooo bad as a little girl 😭
I got myself a bunny. He died of cancer a couple of years ago. Loved him SO much.
You deserve another bunny. It is horrible that pets live shorter lives than us.
Flip side, I wouldn't have had 10 great dogs if they lived 20 or 25 years. Sucks when you lose one, but it's wonderful to get another one.
Load More Replies...I wanted a horse. I would go pay to ride horses at a ranch. A dollar for an hour. My allowance. When I got older and had a good job. I bought a horse. And now my daughter has horses. Lovely. .
I hope it wasn't for lack of vet attention. "Don't get a pet if you can't afford the vet." I got a separate credit card just for them.
Please remember that most of our pets need a partner in their lives. Bunnies, parrots, budgies, cats (most of them), Guinea pigs don't want to live alone.
My daughter and SIL got one for my grandson. I call her(Penelope) hassenfepper. Evil little thing, takes a nip out of you every chance it gets. Daughter got nipped so bad yesterday, she considered stiches.
But.. hasenpfeffer is rabbit stew. 😳 (Though, I once fostered two baby bunnies and had called one Hos and the other Pfeffer).
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Food. Growing up with an abusive mother who used as a weapon and control mechanism. Then got married very young and we so dirt poor we were starving for a long time.
So when I could eat when and how much I wanted to, became a massive overeater and comfort eater. Took me years to reach a happy medium.
This is so reflective of my own story. We were very poor growing up and I developed a tremendously unhealthy relationship with/fear of food. As an independent adult, the pendulum has swung the other way. I eat not to fuel my body or because I am hungry--I eat just because I can. I can't satiate myself anymore. I really need to find that happy medium OP found, because neither extreme is happy or healthy.
I feel you. Still not found my happy place but glad you have have.
Land O Lakes Butter. We always had margarine.
No it doesn't - it gets eaten in less than a week in my house.
Load More Replies...I appreciate our butter so much, my mom still comes over and asks for margarine and makes a face when I remind her that we use butter. I also learned that I don't hate mayo... I hate miracle whip. I love mayo!
Did you know the primary difference between mayo and Miracle Whip (and other similar products) is that mayo must be at minimum 65% vegetable oil? Any less than that and it’s salad dressing like Miracle Whip. Isn’t that odd? I’da thought I was the amount of egg, but nope: it’s the amount of oil.
Load More Replies...I decided to try butter. Found you have to take it out of the fridge and let it soften. But then you have to put it back in the fridge and it gets too hard to spread on your bread without ripping it up. I switched back to margarine for my sanity's sake. I don't mind both.
You just use a butter dish. The butter doesn’t have to go back in the fridge. Obviously if you live in a hot climate, that’s a different story. But we just have ours in a butter dish. It doesn’t go bad.
Load More Replies...Ugh, any kind of fake butter is horrible. Once you taste real butter, it's like you don't even understand what margarine was supposed to be.
When soy margarine was a thing I loved it. I found it had a lovely flavour and was very "buttery".
Load More Replies...Kerrygold Irish butter is our go-to on the rare occasions when we eat butter (hubby has gallbladder issues so we're primarily a no-fat household right now).
Those were the times back in the 60s when butter was discouraged because of "animal fat" and cholesterol. After I left home I never bought margarine again.
KerryGold for us. We only use it on bread or French toast. Regular butter for everything else.
ADHD medication.
Yes to this. I was in my 30's when I was diagnosed with ADD, because I'm old enough that 1) females back in the day didn't "get" ADD (it wasn't noticed unless you had the H), and 2) kids grow out of it. And it does seem to be true that girls socialize ADD differently than boys. Anyway, finally getting meds didn't cause any dramatic changes that I could notice on the "inside" if my head, if you know what I mean, but I describe it to people like getting glasses for the first time for mild farsightedness. You don't really appreciate what you've been struggling with until it's fixed.
I'm a teacher and can't believe how many parents still believe that girls don't get ADHD/Autism. Or that ADHD their child's superpower... with no therapy, guidance, or support to teach them how to deal with the negative aspects and benefit from some of the positive as if they'll just magically figure it out themselves. Sigh.
Load More Replies...Looking back, I had all the symptoms as a kid, but back then, it wasn't a thing. Now that I'm diagnosed and medicated, I am doing so well. Most importantly, I know why I have trouble with organization, and it take a huge pressure off. I don't try to be perfect anymore, just functional.
Toilet paper, seriously.
Growing up, my family controlled everything - how much water, food, electricity, even toilet paper I used. They always said I used too much.
Now, every time I grab toilet paper, I take extra, even if I don’t need it - just because I can.
My hubby and I bought the bargain TP the other day, and after my first time using it I said "Never again!" He said he didn't mind it, and I asked if he had a vagina. He does not.
FOUR SHEETS! Only 4 sheets! Being told that by dad as a little girl, going pee, not allowed to use more than FOUR SHEETS! I'm 67 now and I still have that echoing in my head as I use 10,11, maybe 15! I'll use how many freaking sheets as I want when I pee.
Men don’t understand we have more surface area. 4 sheets ain’t gonna cut it.
Load More Replies...I don't know where he got this idiot idea from but my oldest son says that you only need 3 squares of TP any time you use the bathroom.
My husband didn’t understand that our daughter and I needed more paper than men do. I haven’t had to threaten him with sitting on him after using ‘a man’s amount of loo paper’ but I would if it had come to that. 🙂
Load More Replies...My step dad used to sit us down and tell us we could only use 2 squares. Why bother with paper at all then?
In the winter I turn on the heat in my apartment rather than putting on a sweater.
True, but some parents either wanted to be controlling or didn't have the money. I turn on the heat when I need to, and enjoy big sweaters the rest of the time.
Load More Replies...The lady across the hall turns it up high in winter, and I am sorry reluctant to o ask an old sickly lady to turn it down because I am sweating buckets 😞. I did finally have to ask recently. Just a little
Braces. When I was 50. They worked and I STILL feel proud of it.
Same here. I also had to have four wisdom teeth pulled to make room. That is also when I found out that I had a fracture in my upper jaw due to a fall I had when I was 18 months old and refractured it when I was 16 years old when a volleyball hit me in the face.
Load More Replies...I would have liked to have braces when I was a kid, especially because I was blessed with the big front teeth with a gap on the top. My first Dentist as an adult said that I had a big muscle there that caused the gap and if it had been clipped when I was younger I wouldn't have it. Now I want braces because I've lost 2 molars on top right which let the rest on top spread and I'm always getting food stuck between and it hurts, usually on the first bite. Sometimes it makes it hurt so much I can't chew on that side and I can't chew on the other because I don't have the teeth to chew on the other side.
I had an incisor come in up in my gum, instead of braces parent had it yanked. Threw off the centerline of my teeth :(
Who can afford braces these days? I think I'm too old for them anyway. But I always wanted a nice smile.
I had braces starting at 12, they came off at 15. I absolutely HATED them and the dental school torture chamber as I call it. I really think if they had left me alone after pulling the 4 permanent teeth before putting the braces on my teeth would have moved on their own. The bottom retainer was in for 5 years and my teeth were crooked 6 weeks later. They said they wanted to see me in a year after they took it out & I told them they would never see me again!!!!!!
If you want to fix your teeth as an adult you must know it will go back after a time. I think it was less then 20y for my mother.
I got braces in my 30s and my ortho put permanent retainers on both the top amd bottom. Plus i had invisalign retainers (although i had metal braces) that i used nightly for 2 years. 10 years later my teeth have not shifted
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Got those science experiments you'd buy from target/kmart where you'd make your own crystals and stuff, was so fun lol.
A coworker just bought me a unicorn one bc I’m obsessed with unicorns and I can’t wait to do it!
An original NES. When I was younger, my parents told me that video games would rot my brain. Also, $100 for the console back then was too much. So when I got my own money, hello, eBay.
Also, joke's on them. I married a gamer. The consoles - yes, plural - came with him.
My sister said the other day that her belief in Santa went on longer than she could have expected, because one year she got a playstation for Christmas. The only other console we had my brother bought second hand with money he got for selling a painting, because they were just too expensive. The playstation came from a friend who had upgraded to a newer console :)
My mom was so against me having video games because she thought they were terrible and created terrible people. I ended up getting an original Nintendo when I was about 10. Not sure what happened to it, but she got mad and almost tossed it when the game glitched. Showed her how blowing in the cartridge fixed it. But I think she got rid of it eventually behind my back. I now have 3 consoles, and I'm looking to get a Super Nintendo. I'm not getting rid of my PS2. That has the best games, imo.
Honestly the best years of my life were the years after my dad got the computer, gaming is a Greta escape from the generally crumbling world
A skateboard. I had every kind of ball and toy car known to man but I wasn't allowed a skateboard because it was for boys. 🤷♀️.
My parents bought me my first skateboard when I was ten back in 1963. I'm also a girl.
I had a skateboard when I was younger. It was nothing like the skateboards of today. It was skinner and and not sure if it would have been shorter? Plus it didn't have the back up slope that they have on them of today's skateboards. P,us what I remember another thing the front and back were more pointed and not the round or square front and back.
A ball python. My mom said I could never have a snake as long as I lived with her…well once I moved out nothing could stop me. She’s now 7 and doing great.
I wouldn't be able to have a snake even now (if I wanted one) because my dad lives with me and is terrified of snakes! After my parents split, my now stepdad moved in, with his Simpson's python :)
Mom said I couldn't get a snake until Purina invented Snake Chow. I'm 51 now and still love snakes, but I'm glad I have a cat instead.
Today I was looking on BP about people that had really bad disformanties. One was a person had a pet python. I assumed he was in a hospital because the python wrap his body around the owners hand and wouldn't let go. Was squeezing the owners hand. So be careful with your python.
Owning a snake is hardly a real childhood hardship. Cuddles the python is not ment to be a pet
Oh hell no! Cats, dogs and fish yes, but no reptiles in my house!!! My son and DIL have 2 bearded dragons, tons of fish, some geckos and a scorpion that he didn't want but my idiot DIL took anyway. I told him he needed to take it outside in the driveway and stomp it with his boot.
I'm not into having a pet scorpion, but k*****g it? Seriously?
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Boxer briefs. Mom got mad I even asked because I was a girl. I hate women's underwear with a passion because it's all uncomfortable, to me, and yes even the "boyshorts" sucked.
Never went back after buying my first pack.
*Sigh* i wish I can by boxers....women's underwear is definitely super uncomfortable 😔😮💨 (YES I am a Girl)
Kleenex, the soft, luxurious kind that feels like a silk sheet against my nose.
Growing up, we used toilet paper or saved napkins from restaurants, rough and far from kind to my delicate skin. In a big family, frugality was a necessity, and we made do with what we had. But now, every time I reach for a Kleenex, it feels like a little indulgence, a small luxury I never knew I needed. It’s more than a tissue, it’s a reminder that some comforts are worth embracing.
Is this how I find out that toilet paper is not commonly used for blowing nose
This might sound dumb but for me it was that thing that sits on the counter to hold a roll of paper towels. I was always told as a kid that we couldn’t afford to waste money on one.
Now I have one in every room to overcompensate.
Ditto with paper cups in the bathroom. Spent my youth drinking water in the middle of the night from the top of my dad’s antiperspirant can.
A house.
My father refused to buy an actual house. We lived in rinky d**k, tin can trailer homes my entire childhood. It wasn't until I reached adulthood that I basically forced him to sign the papers for my Mother buying a not rinky d**k trailer home (14X80 3 bedrooms 2 baths because the paper ceiling was collapsing and the mice had eaten the wiring in the 1960s model tin can we'd been in for 20 years.
Decades of fear of severe storms too.
I bought a house, something my parents never wanted/managed to do.
I grew up with two brothers and a sister, every time we would go to McDonalds my parents would get us two small fries and makes us share (and no, two small fries didn't go very far between four kids especially when I got too age 10 or so). So now when I go to McDonalds (which is admittedly not often now that I'm in my 40s) I get a large fries (I use to get supersize back when they had it). And whoa to anybody be they family or significant other that DARES reach for my fries. I spent my childhood fighting over fries and that is a red line. You reach for my fries at your own risk!
Star Wars action figures.
I saw the original in theater and that entire trilogy was my childhood, but we were poor so all I had was a lone Darth Vader figure my mom got from the Salvation Army, but his light saber was bent and his cape was missing.
I still have him though 😂.
In all honesty, baking supplies.
When I (33m) was about 7 or 8 years old I really wanted an easy bake oven. You know the toy where you just put some powder into it and effectively microwave / light bulb "bakes" it's unholy concoction so you can eat it. I thought it was fantastic and then I could have it and make my own food. Yet, my parents and brothers ridiculed me and said it was a toy for girls. Then when I was 13 or 14, expressed that I wanted to be a chef when I grew up - which my mother was not supportive of saying it was women's work while my dad tried his best to be on board. My dad would try to support me but it would always come across as condescending or belittling in my super sensitive teenage years. So I gave up that dream and studied physics in school and became an IT consultant.
It dawned on me when I met my wife that I could learn how to cook and bake better - she is terrible in the kitchen so I took on that role. Now 6 years after taking on that chore of baking and cooking I've rekindled my love of the craft.
I have since purchased multiple cookbooks spanning various cuisines, But I truly enjoy the odd recipes that taste fantastic - carrot pie, tomato soup chocolate cake, mock apple pie, and whole plethora of just strange recipes. If you're curious, I highly recommend the cookbook baking yesteryear by B. Dylan Hollis or the Great depression cookbook written and assembled by the YouTube channel Clara's kitchen.
"Women's work" -- you know, like all those famous "women": Gordon Ramsey, Bobby Flay, Wolfgang Puck, Alton Brown, Emeril Lagasse, James Beard....
A two piece bathing suit!! I was never allowed to wear one when I lived at home because it was “immodest.” I posted pictures of me wearing it on social media at the beach and pool as an adult. 😎.
My best friend did this too, and got her bellybutton pierced. She was rarely confident enough to show it off though. I am certain a lot of her body issues are connected to what her parents considered modest. Her dad wouldn't even let them (all girls) wear pants, she had to get changed at my place a lot.
Andes mints. My first paycheck many years ago I bought a whole pack of them and it was glorious. Also… I’m old.
A restaurant we'd go to at least once a week when I was growing up had Andes mints at the cash register. My parents wouldn't buy me any, so I started scrounging spare change (sidewalks, couch cushions, etc.) and would use the money to buy all of us Andes mints. So sophisticated! lol
I just ate one of those about 30 seconds ago. Yep, I buy them by the box and rarely run out.
A separate bedroom for my daughter.
This was actually difficult for me to grasp. When we moved into our new flat with a second bedroom and stopped co-sleeping. I had no idea how to set it up. I never had my own room as a kid and lived in a 1 bedroom with my mum and brother. My brother and I slept in the living room on a mattress on the floor that we would roll up after we woke up so the living room could carry on being a living room instead of our makeshift bedroom.
When I set up my daughter’s bed in her own bedroom I almost cried because I realised that I’d never had my own room, so no clue how she was supposed to live in it. Luckily my wife grew up in a house with multiple bedrooms and knew what she was doing.
Oh, also a fridge full of fizzy drinks and a cabinet full of crisps. Also something I never had as a kid but when I went to my rich friend’s houses they always had those on request.
“Empty carbs”. Crackers or bread. Sometimes cookies. I don’t eat them in excess, but some days even just eating them feels like a triumph.
In general, we always got the cheapest knock off versions of things. we weren't poor - parents got quality things, but the kids if they asked for crayola would get some s****y knock off too waxy and hard dollar store crayon, or second hand, pre broken, dirty and used crayolas.
Now as an adult i love providing quality and enjoying quality within our means.
A samoyed dog. There was a gorgeous one a few houses down that I'd see when walking down the alley to head to middle school. 9 years ago I got me a Sammie puppy!
And even with brushing, you're still picking up chunks of dog hair when they blow their coat 2x a year! But they are really wonderful, beautiful, dogs! <3
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Not for me but for my wife before we married. She mentioned to me as we were talking about a certain type of Barbie Doll she had always wanted when she was very young but her family was really poor and she never got it. During the Christmas that we were together for 2 years and would be getting engaged the next year and her age of 31 years old, I searched and searched the internet for that damn doll.
After much searching I found it and bought it. I think I paid a couple hundred bucks for the still in the unopened box Barbie. I gave it to her that Christmas. She was over the moon. She still has it unopened and tucked away in our bedroom closet. I am kind of disappointed she never opened it and at least kind of played with it. LOL.
She is so very thrilled to have it! It’s not just a matter of “playing” with it, that isn’t as important as knowing it is hers, and you made it happen for her.
Off topic but now I have Debbie from the Addams Family Values movie stuck in my head :D
An unopened Barbie is worth a LOT of money, just think of how much you paid for it at the time.
Mom bought them for me as a kid, but said they're not to be played with. I'm 44 now with an attic full of Barbies. Yes I mean still to this age. Wasn't really into them anyway, but now they take up space. I suppose it's more tradition now and I can buy whatever else I want or need. She has now passed it on to the grandkids.
I am just now (somewhat) replacing the Barbie dolls that were stolen from my sisters and me years ago, after the death of the (foster) family matriarch. They were one of the few things that made being a foster child tolerable.
Candy at the store whenever i damn wanted.
YES!! Rocky Road candy bars, Chick-o-Stick candy, Bubble Yum bubble gum, and peanut M & M's!
Yes. I did the opposite of what my mom did. I let my daughter have candy at the store whenever she was craving it. One day, I splurged $10 on candy. She now treats candy like it's good but not craving it as much. She has a healthier view of food than I do, I have to say.
Crisps for me. They were a massive treat, pretty much only for parties. I don't buy them often, but I still relish being able to.
A trampoline. I desperately wanted one growing up but wasn’t allowed as I was told it was too dangerous and my mother’s best friend was a nurse who constantly had kids coming into hospital with broken limbs from trampolining. Obviously it didn’t help that I injured myself on a friends trampoline too but it was without a net. I now have a large trampoline in my back yard (with a net) that I frequently use and still feel kind of bad a*s for owning. The novelty has not worn off even after almost a decade of owning one!
I used to have a minibike from 12 yrs old to about 20 when I moved out. I wanted a motorcycle my whole life. Mom said no when I was 18. Everyone told me it was too dangerous. I got my class M motorcycle license when I was 25 (through an inexpensive state-sponsored class) and maintained it my whole life - just in case a motorcycle magically appeared in my garage. Just before I turned 60, I figured I can't wait any longer! I got a little street-legal 150cc bike (overheard my wife, who's a nurse, quietly tell her sister on the phone "yeah, a motorcycle - I think it was that or a divorce"), and I only ride it out in the rural areas west of us, and only in all my gear. I've had it for 2 years now and it makes me so happy! And every time guys on giant Harleys pass me, they give me the "two fingers down" salute that riders give each other to say hi when they ride by. Happy, happy, happy 12 year old me!
I wish I could still jump on a trampoline, I used to love it. The last time I tried, when I was babysitting, I ended up in pain for days.
I guess it's supposed to keep the trampolinist from bouncing completely off. It doesn't seem to work as well as having spotters, based on some of the reports about people getting injured.
Load More Replies... Megazord figures...my folks were against Power Rangers because "they do karate and that will lead to Buddhism and eastern mysticism"
no, it doesn't, but in house they were never wrong...
Perhaps they knew about the US tv show "Kung Fu".
Load More Replies...Grapes. F*****g grapes. They are a delicacy in my mind because my parents would never buy them because they were too expensive. The other thing--beverages in restaurants. We only ever got water.
The restaurant thing! Beverages and also picking a dish I want regardless of the price. If I can't afford to choose freely in the restaurant I'm not going. I'll go another time when I have more money.
Seems weird that they were so poor yet you were quite used to eating in restaurants.
Not during the times of "kids eat free" marketing. Parents would split a soup & salad, get buckets of free rolls, & kids are generous meals, all for under $10 in the early 1990s
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Horseback riding lessons and I leased a horse.
Again I realized how fortunate I was. I had the riding lessons. As an adult I owned horses. And every time my parents went on a cruise - they went all over the world - she brought back horse figurines for me. Siblings, of course, got lessons & souvenirs to their interests. Mom just said it was easier to buy for me!
PlayStation. As a kid, having a console was always my dream. I finally bought one (PS5) last year, and it made my inner child so happy.
An Easy Bake Oven!!!!!!
And yes, cooking a “cake” with a light bulb sucks 😂.
Mine was harvest gold, also very '70's. The joy of burnt knuckles, and half baked cakes! *chef's kiss*
Load More Replies...They're little 'play' ovens that aren't so much 'play' because they really get hot to cook whatever mini baked goods you make to put in them. They've been around a pretty long time, and mostly they're fine, but a few older models were famously recalled for burn risks.
Load More Replies...For Christmas one year, my younger sister got an Easy-Bake oven, and I got the Betty Crocker baking mixes to go with it. That same Christmas, I discovered the REAL oven, and haven't looked back. Well, sort of. As an adult, I still want one.
I was always reading about those in American kids' books and I always wanted one, but they were never sold here :P
My own bowling ball. It is coming Wednesday.
Edit: Hammer purple pearl urethane for those who are curious.
My sister got her own ball when she was on a weekly team with my little brother. At the end of the season they didn't go back and it's been in the cupboard since!
Weird as sounds, electric tools, as child i was a mini mad scientist and i was frustrated because i didn't have any tools to make my things.
It is very difficult to own too many tools. I have never met anyone who said they had too many.
Whipped cream. My parents never ever bought it. So every once in a while ( maybe three times a year) I buy it and eat it right out of the can every time I pass the fridge till it's gone.
Sometimes I do the same with frosting, but it's stupid sweet now. Even the cream cheese ones. So that's even more rare.
No whipped cream, how could you have pavlova! (I'm aware it's not well known outside Aus/NZ except from Bluey) I sort of went through the opposite thing. We always had cream to go on tinned fruit, puddings etc. I'm not a big fan of cream on top of those type of sweets, I feel it detracts from the actual flavour of the dessert. Now I only have cream if it is specifically part of a recipe, like pavlova.
I couldn’t always eat fast food as a kid so when I became an adult I ordered a ton of it all the time and that was a mistake 😂.
I feel ya. Growing up, that sort of thing was a very rare treat, so when I was on my own, I went nuts. Aaaaaand then I got type 2 diabetes.
It's almost like sometimes parents know what they're doing . . .
Load More Replies...My wife and I are now at the point we get a cheeseburger each, and share a medium fry. Not bragging but just tired of the ridiculous calories.
We used to get a small fish each and a small chips between us - and we always left some of the chips
Load More Replies...My sister! Actually, she started doing it as soon as she was earning money, including buying things from the school canteen, which I never did.
I've just realised your name matches your profile pic....
Load More Replies...Bananas. My parents would never buy them. They always complained about the price and how fast they ripen/rot. There's a simple solution to that; eat them. Bananas are not all that expensive, either.
And if you can’t eat them before they get brown, make banana bread, ffs. Not wasted at all.
Or slice them and freeze them. They are available when you want to make a recipe like banana bread, but also you can just put them in a blender with some vanilla extract and you automatically have banana ice cream
Load More Replies...They can certainly get pretty expensive at times where I live, despite being a big producer of them! Mind you, over-ripe bananas are perfect for banana bread, if you actually manage to cook it.
As petty as it sounds, I buy carton orange juice. Growing up we always had orange juice from frozen concentrate.
Frozen concentrate is a staple in every grocery store I've ever been in. I actually prefer the taste to bottled OJ.
Load More Replies...I just splurged on a little bottle of fresh squeezed orange juice. We were a concentrate family, too. It's freezing here today, but this was like a quick trip back to summer vacation in Florida in the 1970s (we could only ever afford beach vacations in July).
When I was a kid, my mom, who always bought the frozen, insisted that they tasted exactly the same and refused to believe I could tell the difference. In an attempt to prove her point, she finally bought both and gave me a blind taste test. I went 10 for 10 and she never tried to tell me there was no difference again.
Prescriptions. My parents didn’t like medicine. Lots of natural remedies but no prescriptions.
Not really. Third world countries survive thanks to natural remedies which can be as effective as prescriptions, because ancient cultures know exactly how to use the active components.
Load More Replies...Full-size bed.
Same here. I have long since outgrown a twin-size bed, and have no more desire to sleep in a queen. (Have you ever tried to flip the mattress or change the sheets on those monstrosities? By YOURSELF?!) With a platform base instead of a boxspring, built-in drawers, and a bookcase headboard, a full-size bed fits the bill.
I miss 3/4 sized beds. I've had two of them in my lifetime and they are the perfect adult-sleeping-alone size. More room than a twin, but less weight and bulk than a double/full. I wish they still made them.
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A phone case with flowers on it. I was denied it (with my own birthday money!) because it looked like “old lady curtains”.
Nutella and Pop Tarts. My parents hated them. I bought both on my 50th birthday. I thought Nutella was too sweet and thick. It was difficult to spread. I couldn't get through my first jar.
Pop Tarts are awesome.
Nutella on hot crumpets is my favourite, they are once a year treat for me.
I ate Nutella a short period in my childhood. I loved it then, can barely stand the sight of it now
You're right; Nutella IS too sweet. I'll stick with Jif, thank you very much.
For me it is the opposite. My parents bought me and my brother nice things, but then fought constantly about money and often times tried to make me and my brother feel ashamed for not showing enough appreciation for it. All I wanted was a functional, safe, and happy home. So, as an adult I strive for minimalism and frugality. I take great delight in being frugal and living as basic as possible. I wear plain cloths, drive a plain car, and do not use credit for anything because f**k keeping up with the Jone's, and f**k my parent's warped priorities.
I was forbidden to eat the expensive chocolate stuff in the snack closet/pantry. So once in a while, I buy the expensive chocolate mint patties or sticks and squares from Ghirardelli.
This is sad because Ghirardelli is NOT expensive. Off Topic in a way: Europe, oh Europe has the BEST confections I've ever eaten. I'm an American and anytime I travel, off to the sweet shop I go.
Ghirardelli and Lindt chocolate may not be high-class expensive, but I still consider them expensive. To me, they are absolute luxury chocolate. I only get a bit of either every few years.
Load More Replies...Sugary breakfast cereals. Enjoyed them for about 3 days then lost interest and went back to more enjoyable breakfast options. .
Mostly, yeah, but I will admit there's a certain satisfaction in picking all the cereal out of the Lucky Charms and then eating a big spoonful of marshmallows at the end
I would eat all the wheat bits first and save the marshmallows for last lol. Also did that with cakes too....eat the boring bit first, then savour the icing. Yeaaaaah, now I know why I ended up type 2 🤦🏻♀️
Load More Replies...Chocolate milk and even now I feel guilty about it.
Clothes that weren’t home made.
The problem isn't that the clothes were hand made - the problem was that you weren't dressed like all the other kids, with the stuff that was advertised on TV.
Load More Replies...Crunchy peanut butter. I grew up in a creamy house and my best friend's family ate crunchy. My mom refused to even get me my own small jar. Now, there is always crunchy peanut butter in my kitchen.
I never liked crunchy peanut butter when I was a kid, but I only ate white bread (even though my mum said it wasn't healthy enough). As an adult I recognise that crunchy peanut butter is way better on wholegrain bread!
It is! I never much liked white bread, except for sandwich rolls and occasionally toast. The crunch in a piece of bread is the best part. And it does go so well with crunchy peanut butter 😄
Load More Replies...Dumb thing milk, my mom always made powdered milk, wasn’t a financial thing she just grew up on it and didn’t understand why it tasted so bad in comparison.
Same but we lived off of Welfare up until I was around 15. For those not in the U.S., Welfare is government assistant money that gave you food stamps.
SO glad I grew up without 'welfare cheese'. Think Velveeta, but without the taste. A LOT of my freinds had to eat it.
Load More Replies...Oh that stuff is NASTY! Using that in cereal or making us use water in cereal GAG ME
It tasted so bad because the cream had been extracted from it. You can still find the instant milk "with the kiss of cream," but you have to look beyond the major chain stores.
Transformers Toys. Optimus Prime and Megatron.
Sleeping next to my (snoring) partner. Unmarried. My mum was a Jehovah's Witness.
JW are the worst. i was raised by one and when i left and actually founded real religon i havent looked back sense. they are CRAZYYY
Load More Replies...My thing is once I became an adult and had my own money I didn't really know what I wanted anymore. My family didn't have a lot of money growing up and I was very aware of it. I think after being told "we can't afford it" whenever I asked to buy or do things, and being praised for not asking for things often and for being "good at saving money", I just stopped asking and eventually stopped allowing myself to want things. I don't blame my parents for it, I understand that was hard for them too and they did their best. I'm now trying to push myself to try things and buy things when I want them but I still forget I can do that sometimes. The only things I was never denied was books. They were almost always secondhand but I could always get them and I now live in a house full of them.
As long as you have books, you are never bored or lonely.
Load More Replies...I'm first to admit I was spoiled rotten as a kid. Every Xmas and birthday I got plenty of presents, so I lacked nothing in the toy area as a kid. BUT. My toys starting disappearing by the time I was ten or eleven. My mum thought I was too old for them and would pack them up and donate them while I was at school, or give them to friends of the family who had slightly younger kids. I really hated that! So for several years now I have been able to replace a few of my most favourite toys on Ebay etc :) I've been told plenty of times it's a waste of money and it probably is, but the joy my old toys bring is worth it to me.
I came home from school once - I was really little - and my mom got me a little piano type toy that had two rows of frog heads at the top, and when you pressed a key, one frog would open its mouth and made a sound. It was not any special day, it was just a surprise present, and I loved it. Such a special memory to go home to a nice thing like that! And that memory was spoiled several years later when I came home from high school and it was missing, because mom gave it to some random kid. If she asked I probably would've given it myself, I clearly wasn't using it for years, and it should've been enjoyed by a little child. But the fact that she just took it and gave it away like that still stings after 20-odd years. Believe you me, if I ever see souch a treasure anywhere, I'm buying it! :)
Load More Replies...I grew up being a chubby kid. Not fat, but chubby. My fat-frightened grandma and my diabetic mom and mentally ill aunt refused to let me wear tight clothes. I was always told to only look for colorful jeans and oversized shirts. Hated it but couldn't fight them since I was just a kid and a teen. When I moved out from home and ended a bad relationship (the guy told me that goth/punk/metalhead-types would grown up and wear "normal" clothes etc so that look was not one to aim for)... Well, I've been wearing black clothes since then. Skirts, tights, leggings, band shirts, shirts that has a pretty tight fit etc. since then. And since I also had to find my own way with foods I also got fat -but am working on that in 2025. Lol. Black clothes that show my curves is waaaaay more satisfying to me than orange jeans and light green oversized shirts.
I realized my childhood dream of publishing a novel a year and a half ago. Even better, I used a character I dreamed up at age 7 as my protagonist and kept him pretty much as I imagined him all those years ago. I'm 51 and a published author. Here's my main character, Private Investigator Max Persian! Max-Persia...b4-png.jpg
So many of these are food related, but it makes sense. It's such a basic need that when you're deprived as a child of course you're going to "fix" it as an adult.
Oddly enough, some of the foods I considered a treat when I was a child I no longer care for now that I'm an adult and can have them any time I want.
Load More Replies...My mother's new husband took away my strawberry Quik (sweetens and flavors milk.). No idea why. He made a big deal out of it, and my mother didn't defend me. Just recently my dear husband found out about that, and immediately bought me a big box. I haven't opened it yet, I am comforted by its presence.
Whew. First big one - the haircut I wanted. I was well into my twenties before I realized that I could get whatever cut I wanted. She used to passive aggressively comment on it whenever she could. So, I bided my time and waited until we were going to take some big extended family photos (talking 80-100 people). The weekend before that happened I told everyone I could - if mom keeps complaining about my hair I will shave it before the photo. Shut that down for good. Also - garbage bags that cinched close and when I'm doing really well - smell of lavender. Mom used plastic grocery bags in every bag in the house and there was just constant bitching and complaining that people were putting them in wrong, choosing ones that were broken, blah blah blah. I still reuse plastic bags for a lot of things, but I buy real garbage bags for the kitchen garbage. Things that I don't need but bring me joy - most recently - a lightbulb for my 1985 glowworm.
That one hit a nerve. My father insisted that I get a burr haircut because he didn't want me to look like a hippie (it was the late 60's), so I was the only boy in my school with very short hair until he relented when I was about 12 and let me grow it long enough to lay down. I parted it on the left, and kept that same hair style for 50 years. Last year when I got it cut short again the first thing my sister said when she saw it was "Dad would be so proud!"
Load More Replies...Things I wanted when I was child can't be acquired with money.. IAM only child and always wanted to have siblings.. not going to happen. I wanted to have friends as in movies and books. .. never happened . I wanted to fit in... Never achieved. I wanted a loving family... Not possible because I'm poor
Sleeping next to my (snoring) partner. Unmarried. My mum was a Jehovah's Witness.
JW are the worst. i was raised by one and when i left and actually founded real religon i havent looked back sense. they are CRAZYYY
Load More Replies...My thing is once I became an adult and had my own money I didn't really know what I wanted anymore. My family didn't have a lot of money growing up and I was very aware of it. I think after being told "we can't afford it" whenever I asked to buy or do things, and being praised for not asking for things often and for being "good at saving money", I just stopped asking and eventually stopped allowing myself to want things. I don't blame my parents for it, I understand that was hard for them too and they did their best. I'm now trying to push myself to try things and buy things when I want them but I still forget I can do that sometimes. The only things I was never denied was books. They were almost always secondhand but I could always get them and I now live in a house full of them.
As long as you have books, you are never bored or lonely.
Load More Replies...I'm first to admit I was spoiled rotten as a kid. Every Xmas and birthday I got plenty of presents, so I lacked nothing in the toy area as a kid. BUT. My toys starting disappearing by the time I was ten or eleven. My mum thought I was too old for them and would pack them up and donate them while I was at school, or give them to friends of the family who had slightly younger kids. I really hated that! So for several years now I have been able to replace a few of my most favourite toys on Ebay etc :) I've been told plenty of times it's a waste of money and it probably is, but the joy my old toys bring is worth it to me.
I came home from school once - I was really little - and my mom got me a little piano type toy that had two rows of frog heads at the top, and when you pressed a key, one frog would open its mouth and made a sound. It was not any special day, it was just a surprise present, and I loved it. Such a special memory to go home to a nice thing like that! And that memory was spoiled several years later when I came home from high school and it was missing, because mom gave it to some random kid. If she asked I probably would've given it myself, I clearly wasn't using it for years, and it should've been enjoyed by a little child. But the fact that she just took it and gave it away like that still stings after 20-odd years. Believe you me, if I ever see souch a treasure anywhere, I'm buying it! :)
Load More Replies...I grew up being a chubby kid. Not fat, but chubby. My fat-frightened grandma and my diabetic mom and mentally ill aunt refused to let me wear tight clothes. I was always told to only look for colorful jeans and oversized shirts. Hated it but couldn't fight them since I was just a kid and a teen. When I moved out from home and ended a bad relationship (the guy told me that goth/punk/metalhead-types would grown up and wear "normal" clothes etc so that look was not one to aim for)... Well, I've been wearing black clothes since then. Skirts, tights, leggings, band shirts, shirts that has a pretty tight fit etc. since then. And since I also had to find my own way with foods I also got fat -but am working on that in 2025. Lol. Black clothes that show my curves is waaaaay more satisfying to me than orange jeans and light green oversized shirts.
I realized my childhood dream of publishing a novel a year and a half ago. Even better, I used a character I dreamed up at age 7 as my protagonist and kept him pretty much as I imagined him all those years ago. I'm 51 and a published author. Here's my main character, Private Investigator Max Persian! Max-Persia...b4-png.jpg
So many of these are food related, but it makes sense. It's such a basic need that when you're deprived as a child of course you're going to "fix" it as an adult.
Oddly enough, some of the foods I considered a treat when I was a child I no longer care for now that I'm an adult and can have them any time I want.
Load More Replies...My mother's new husband took away my strawberry Quik (sweetens and flavors milk.). No idea why. He made a big deal out of it, and my mother didn't defend me. Just recently my dear husband found out about that, and immediately bought me a big box. I haven't opened it yet, I am comforted by its presence.
Whew. First big one - the haircut I wanted. I was well into my twenties before I realized that I could get whatever cut I wanted. She used to passive aggressively comment on it whenever she could. So, I bided my time and waited until we were going to take some big extended family photos (talking 80-100 people). The weekend before that happened I told everyone I could - if mom keeps complaining about my hair I will shave it before the photo. Shut that down for good. Also - garbage bags that cinched close and when I'm doing really well - smell of lavender. Mom used plastic grocery bags in every bag in the house and there was just constant bitching and complaining that people were putting them in wrong, choosing ones that were broken, blah blah blah. I still reuse plastic bags for a lot of things, but I buy real garbage bags for the kitchen garbage. Things that I don't need but bring me joy - most recently - a lightbulb for my 1985 glowworm.
That one hit a nerve. My father insisted that I get a burr haircut because he didn't want me to look like a hippie (it was the late 60's), so I was the only boy in my school with very short hair until he relented when I was about 12 and let me grow it long enough to lay down. I parted it on the left, and kept that same hair style for 50 years. Last year when I got it cut short again the first thing my sister said when she saw it was "Dad would be so proud!"
Load More Replies...Things I wanted when I was child can't be acquired with money.. IAM only child and always wanted to have siblings.. not going to happen. I wanted to have friends as in movies and books. .. never happened . I wanted to fit in... Never achieved. I wanted a loving family... Not possible because I'm poor
