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If you could turn back time

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No not a Cher appreciation thread and not actually a turn back time.

If you could relive one childhood day exactly is it happened (without changing the outcome/future) what would it be and why ? I did childhood because marriage, first baby, first girl/boy bed (though that might apply to some people) is too obvious. Innocent carefree days where the world was wonderful and violence, wars, terrorism were things that happened far, far away.

This was prompted by a separate thread on chit-chat. I want to think carefully about mine.
 
I would go back to the day I wrote to Jim'll Fix It and send a painting to Tony Hart instead.
 
The day I spent in a recording studio making a record for the 1982 World Cup.

Sadly never got in the charts and The Woodham Ley School Choir didnt become as big as St Winifred's School Choir.

Was a good experience though.
 
Mine would be sports day in my final year at Edwards Hall Juniors in Eastwood, and being Danes girls' house captain. We're talking June 1973. My year group was a great one, we'd had a thoroughly fantastic year with many passing the 11+. The weather had been glorious, I always remember and look back on the happy days playing on that great big playing field at the bottom of Progress Road, whenever passing.

Danes had a really poor record on sports day, and were often not great on the house point count either. THAT day though, everything changed, as Danes won the cup for amassing the most points. I remember the pride as the boys' house captain, Gary Heath and I held that trophy aloft. I think we finished 2nd in the house point cup as well.

Our current chant of "Yellowwwwssss", always reminds me of that happy day, and I wish we'd had it back then too, would have been useful for us yellow Danes!
 
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Would have sealed the deal with Victoria, rather than be worried about my mate who really fancied her
 
My first day at Belfairs High School , September 1966 meeting boys who are still my friends today .
 
For me it would be any one of the summer holiday days when I was at junior school.

Me, my brother and our friends that lived 2 doors away would spend the entire day out in the fields building dens. When we'd done that to death we would build rafts and sail them on the local pond. We would play football until it was so dark you could hardly see, and our mums called us in to bed.

We would only go home briefly around lunch time for something to eat, and again for supper, and then go straight back out to play.

The days were long, warm and sunny, and our little part of the world was all that mattered.

All I hope now is that my boys enjoy their childhood as much as I did.
 
Not a special event, but just any sunny childhood day spent at my Grandad's house in Wickford. They had a a massive back garden that was great fun to run around in, and a huge veggie patch which meant the freshest salads imaginable for lunch.
 
Probably get my head down in the 4th year of senior school as I became a bit of a scallywag (yes I know....) and focussed on computers/computing. I be could be where Mad Cyril is now.....
 
Probably get my head down in the 4th year of senior school as I became a bit of a scallywag (yes I know....) and focussed on computers/computing. I be could be where Mad Cyril is now.....

Right now? You mean wearing a top hat, smoking a cigar and reclining in a bath of banknotes?
 
There was a shed full of porn at our local allotments that we used to go to when we were about 12 yrs old. It was owned by a group of very tanned old men who we named the sun tan clan after the wu tang clan as we were going through a gangsta rap stage like most youths of the day. It was an Aladdins cave to boys of our age who had just discovered masturbation, I would go back to the day we discovered that shed.

My 2[SUP]nd[/SUP] best day would probably be the day the sun tan clan got wise to us and put a new security door on the shed so we couldn’t get in. We had the last laugh as we used lynx cans and matches to burn down the shed. It was great fun and there was a real sense that we were justified in doing so and we were “sticking it to the man”, I loved it when I was an idiot kid.
 
There was a shed full of porn at our local allotments that we used to go to when we were about 12 yrs old. It was owned by a group of very tanned old men who we named the sun tan clan after the wu tang clan as we were going through a gangsta rap stage like most youths of the day. It was an Aladdins cave to boys of our age who had just discovered masturbation, I would go back to the day we discovered that shed.

My 2[SUP]nd[/SUP] best day would probably be the day the sun tan clan got wise to us and put a new security door on the shed so we couldn’t get in. We had the last laugh as we used lynx cans and matches to burn down the shed. It was great fun and there was a real sense that we were justified in doing so and we were “sticking it to the man”, I loved it when I was an idiot kid.
Are you still a W****r .:winking:
 
Best one for me has got to be 30 July 1966, 14 years old, sitting in front of our new colour telly with my dad, watching England give West Germany a serious whacking in the World Cup.

Second best, probably the summer of 1965. Every night in the summer holidays over at King Georges Playing fields, Rayleigh, playing 20/25 a side football. Home by eight, sweaty and happy. Knew it was eight because you could see the church clock from the playing fields.
 
Best one for me has got to be 30 July 1966, 14 years old, sitting in front of our new colour telly with my dad, watching England give West Germany a serious whacking in the World Cup.

Second best, probably the summer of 1965. Every night in the summer holidays over at King Georges Playing fields, Rayleigh, playing 20/25 a side football. Home by eight, sweaty and happy. Knew it was eight because you could see the church clock from the playing fields.

Why didnt you even the sides and play 22 a side with one being the ref? :smile:

Great memory to have of the 66 final though, one which the majority of us will never have.
 
Why didnt you even the sides and play 22 a side with one being the ref? :smile:

Great memory to have of the 66 final though, one which the majority of us will never have.

You're right it is a great memory, I hope I don't reach a stage when I can't remember it.
 
For me it would be any one of the summer holiday days when I was at junior school.

Me, my brother and our friends that lived 2 doors away would spend the entire day out in the fields building dens. When we'd done that to death we would build rafts and sail them on the local pond. We would play football until it was so dark you could hardly see, and our mums called us in to bed.

We would only go home briefly around lunch time for something to eat, and again for supper, and then go straight back out to play.

The days were long, warm and sunny, and our little part of the world was all that mattered.

All I hope now is that my boys enjoy their childhood as much as I did.

Something very similar. When I lived in Thundersley, all the kids used to get into the building sites and cause general havoc. But on one occasion we actually put our minds to building bunkers out of breeze blocks and corrugated iron. We were so engrossed in what we were doing that no one took any notice of it getting dark and we only realised when someone turned round and saw a dozen or so dads standing a polite distance just watching us all. Even the builders took them down the next day block by block instead of just kicking them down as they thought we had done a good job.
 
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