Your childhood

[Mancuso]

Joke accepted In fact, now the authorities are spreading nonsense about how bad it was then, especially about the 90s, when, like, people almost hunted each other in order to survive. I just have something to compare the current state with society is much worse than then

Well, I beg to differ with this. "The wild 90s" came just at the time when I was already in high school. And in Moscow at that time it was not very calm. I saw a lot of things during that time and would not want to see them again.

[sensitive]

sensitive, calm down with your whining

Fuck you.

[|_rarely_|]

sensitive, calm down with your whining already

Fuck you.

I’m hetero- I’d rather be fucked

[niqk]

If you don’t want to write the truth about your childhood, then you could come up with it, you have such a rich imagination

Come up with it?1 Yes, so many dreamers here have already come up with so many ideas - it’s creepy! Kindergarten is a concentration camp! The school is a concentration camp! The country is a concentration camp! Everything is a concentration camp!!! And no one understands that in this case, damn we would have won
in the Great Patriotic War!!! And about the current time - the same crap: everything in Russia is bad! Here in the West - PARADISE!!!
I saw this paradise in person! And repeatedly! Fuck this paradise for us!!!
And whoever doesn’t like us, let him fuck off in all four directions! And he will sip this paradise from the belly!!!

[WazzzzzzzUp]

If you don’t want to write the truth about your childhood, then you could come up with it, you have such a rich imagination

Come up with it?1 Yes, so many dreamers here have already come up with so many ideas - it’s creepy! Kindergarten is a concentration camp! The school is a concentration camp! The country is a concentration camp! Everything is a concentration camp!!! And no one understands that in this case, damn we would have won
in the Great Patriotic War!!! And about the current time - the same crap: everything in Russia is bad! Here in the West - PARADISE!!!
I saw this paradise in person! And repeatedly! . It’s such a paradise for us!!!
And whoever doesn’t like us, let him fuck off in all four directions! And he will sip this paradise from the belly!!!

It turned out that he lived in different places. And from my own experience I can say that everything, plus or minus, is the same. If you want to live beautifully like in the movies, you have to spend money and not get caught. It’s just good to live - you have to plow. Everywhere. There is no such thing anywhere that you will have something without doing anything.

The CIS mentality is closer to me. That’s why I’m in this region. But, really, I don’t understand people who whine that somewhere where they are not, it’s better, and the matter ends with whining. There’s always someone to blame.

[Bully Carrie]

niqk why are you so angry these days? Kicks everyone out.....What is it?)

[niqk]

Hooligan Carrie, am I kicking everyone out? Only those who are tired of living in Russia. And of course, those for whom
Russia is Rashka... What should they do here? Suffering from inescapable suffering?

[Bully Carrie]

You are now winding yourself up out of the blue. And it looks so-so.

[|_rarely_|]

Hooligan Carrie, you don’t like it when a man turns himself on ?

[The passage]

Just to live well - you have to plow.

Tell us, please, how do you plow? The whole working day, from the very beginning to the end. Well, there were a lot of people here happy with life, and as it turns out, they don’t plow. They only offer it to others. They found a warm, dust-free place somewhere and sat there, not buzzing. They can’t really explain what they are doing there. If they tell the truth, we will understand that they are not doing anything useful, but are simply parasitic, but it’s impossible to lie. After all, for the most part, our salaries are equally small everywhere.
In general, you will be the first who really plows and lives well. If you plow, of course, and don’t parasitize

[Kostiai72]

As a child, what I liked most was the kindergarten. In the common toilet you could always see the pussies of girls and even teachers. I remember one was angry and constantly persecuted me for this and complained to my mother in the evening. And there was a second teacher who didn’t mind that I looked at her when she sat down to pee on the toilet. But I couldn’t really see anything, because I couldn’t get close and my overgrown crotch didn’t allow me to. But it was very cool!

[Mancuso]

It turned out that he lived in different places. And from my own experience I can say that everything, plus or minus, is the same. If you want to live beautifully like in the movies, you have to spend money and not get caught. It’s just good to live - you have to plow. Everywhere. There is no such thing anywhere that you will have something without doing anything.

The CIS mentality is closer to me. That’s why I’m in this region. But, really, I don’t understand people who whine that somewhere where they are not, it’s better, and the matter ends with whining. Someone is always to blame

I agree. I also had the opportunity to travel and live “over the hill.” That everything is fine there is said either by those who have not lived there for their hard-earned money or who have seen “their life” and drawn conclusions having been there as a tourist. Yes, there are some advantages, but otherwise - in order to just live normally - you have to work hard. Everything is beautiful only in the movies. And depending on the place and country and city, it has its own local troubles and problems. Bureaucracy. In some ways worse than ours. And most importantly - taxes! High taxes. And they have to be paid. And for some reason everyone forgets about this..

[WazzzzzzzUp]

Tell us, please, how do you plow? The whole working day, from the very beginning to the end.

What persistent interest. I don’t like to prove something and I won’t
But since it’s so interesting, I’ll outline my picture a little.
I registered on the site about 2 months ago. I sat there for a while, and then simply didn’t have time to come in. The last couple of days I’ve only been able to breathe a little. I work with clients all over the world, often time zones force me to work at any time of the day. If I sleep for 5-6 hours, it’s generally a holiday for me.

And I don’t suggest anyone to live like that. If there are people who are satisfied with their lives, regardless of what they do, I am sincerely happy for them!

[|_rarely_|]

It turned out that he lived in different places. And from my own experience I can say that everything, plus or minus, is the same. If you want to live beautifully like in the movies, you have to spend money and not get caught. It’s just good to live - you have to plow. Everywhere. There is no such thing anywhere that you will have something without doing anything.

The CIS mentality is closer to me. That’s why I’m in this region. But, really, I don’t understand people who whine that somewhere where they are not, it’s better, and the matter ends with whining. Someone is always to blame

I agree. I also had the opportunity to travel and live “over the hill.” That everything is fine there is said either by those who have not lived there for their hard-earned money or who have seen “their life” and drawn conclusions having been there as a tourist. Yes, there are some advantages, but otherwise - in order to just live normally - you have to work hard. Everything is beautiful only in the movies. And depending on the place and country and city, it has its own local troubles and problems. Bureaucracy. In some ways worse than ours. And most importantly - taxes! High taxes. And they have to be paid. And for some reason everyone forgets about this..

I can confirm. As a tourist, I saw enough of the blooming garden of Europe and that was enough. And shit on the streets, and shitty corners of houses in the center of Munich, and mountains of garbage, and stinking (Marinka, I didn’t smell it with a specialist) homeless people underfoot in the center of Paris, and so on and so forth. And just basic nuances, such as dirt, lack of warm water and paper towels in the toilets of key international airports. The stereotype that Europe is prosperous and Russia is provincial has been stuck in some heads since the 90s. Today this regulation is very outdated. And for a very long time. At least 10 years. And how in unfucking Germany one had to save on everything, count cents in order to pay loans and taxes and not get blacklisted, wrote a fellow countryman who moved there with a clan of his wife’s German relatives and dreamed of returning to Russia back in the early 2000s. Turkey has also noticeably suffered, after the pandemic there was dirt and neglect at Antalya airport (the territory of the country was always unkempt, but there was order at the airport and resort areas). Thailand, on the contrary, has become much cleaner (although this has not always been its strong point), more well-groomed, and has simply become noticeably prettier during the pandemic.
Dear fellow citizens, stop praying for blossoming abroad, it’s no longer relevant. Love your Motherland!

[Mancuso]

I saw the blooming garden of Europe as a tourist and that was enough. And shit on the streets, and shitty corners of houses in the center of Munich, and mountains of garbage, and stinking (Marinka, I didn’t smell it with a specialist) homeless people underfoot in the center of Paris, etc., etc.

Yes, that too. Homeless people and drug addicts stuck on the steps of the passage near the train station in Frankfurt, prostitutes some shabby little streets in the center of Turin, pissed off walls and the smell of scum from the bars... in the center of Paris, Algerians who can easily "tickle you with a feather" and steal everything they come across hand in hand with street gypsies in Madrid

But, on the other hand, this is all European! ))

[niqk]

Yes!.. Civilization!!!

[The passage]

Maybe we can start writing about our childhood here, and not about the homeless people of Europe?

[career]

Can we start writing about our childhood here, and not about the homeless people of Europe?

can you start?

[Mark X]

Nothing good. I would not want to return to the "happy" country of my childhood. I like adult life.

I support it. There’s nothing cool about childhood to go back to)

[The passage]

Can we start writing about our childhood here, and not about the homeless people of Europe?

can you start?

I had a happy childhood.

[career]

Can we start writing about our childhood here, and not about the homeless people of Europe?

maybe you can start?

I had a happy childhood.

thank you for the most detailed answer, me too! What is your consumer position? Let’s write and entertain me... is it the same in life?

[Mancuso]

But it’s a sin for me, as they say, to complain about my childhood. I don’t remember the horrors that were written about the kindergarten. There were mistakes in the form of burnt porridge for breakfast and cold kefir, but that’s all. At school, too, everything was quite normal. After that, he entered the RUDN University himself. For the summer I went to a village in the Tula region to visit my grandparents, I saw not only Moscow city life, but also how people live in the village. On my first shift I went to a pioneer camp. A very cozy, small camp near Istra (was) from a research institute where my mother worked as the head of a maintenance center. Our family was not rich by the standards of the capital of those years, but we did not need anything. Well, I didn’t have my own car, well...that was normal then. But we went from the union to my father’s work (he worked in a “box” for defense) in Sochi.
These are such warm memories. Then...well, then I grew up and saw everything that was happening in the country in my youth.

[The passage]

can you start?

I had a happy childhood.

thank you for the most detailed answer, me too!
What is your consumer position - let’s write and entertain me.. is it the same in life?

I was born in Europe, where, as many here think, everything is bad. It was the nineties. And when people had difficulties here. I had everything. Good beautiful clothes, a varied diet with all sorts of goodies, a sea of ​​toys. When we arrived in Russia, everything was already fine here. And, I had everything here too. Plus I always had a lot of friends. Besides school, I trained at a sports school and went to different clubs. I had a happy childhood. My parents love me.
Now I try to give everything to my children. They also have everything, they also have a lot of friends, they also go in for sports and are enrolled in clubs.

[career]

And when people had difficulties here. I had everything.

that’s just such a boorish boorish phrase, like you lived here in shit, I was so happy there in a happy childhood, and it’s okay if it’s a child written, or would have been written by a person who cannot construct thoughts on paper... it’s very unpleasant to read this

[The passage]

And when people had difficulties here. I had everything.

that’s just such a boorish boorish phrase, like you lived here in shit, I was so happy there in a happy childhood, and it’s okay if it’s a child written, or would have been written by a person who cannot construct thoughts on paper... it’s very unpleasant to read this

Don’t think of anything for me. I wrote exactly what I wrote.
But, I know that there are people who will not be pleased that everything was so good for someone, so I was in no hurry to write about myself. More precisely, I didn’t want to do this at all. Someone was always jealous of me. That’s why I want there to be no such stratification in society as we have now. People still look at me and my children with envy. I want everyone to live well.

[career]

You don’t have to think of anything for me. I wrote exactly what I wrote.

exactly what I wrote is what I read, although they usually write about childhood, not about what everything happened (clothes, toys nutrition), and about what emotions arose in childhood and how you enjoyed life, it’s strange that you are all your children memories reduced to material wealth.

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My parents love me.
Now I try to give everything to my children. They also have everything, just as many friends and also go in for sports, are enrolled in clubs.

but about the children.. I think that you and you don’t live with them, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here on the forum in the evenings, and you’d be cooking dinner for them and washing their shirts, so your children are with their parents, your parents give you the opportunity to build a personal life (here you need to make an allowance for disability), and you most likely have children You only visit on weekends, so pray for your parents while they are alive.

[The passage]

You don’t have to figure anything out for me. I wrote exactly what I wrote.

exactly what I wrote is what I read, although they usually write about childhood, not about what everything happened (clothes, toys nutrition), and about what emotions arose in childhood and how you enjoyed life, it’s strange that you are all your children memories reduced to material wealth.

Show me where did you write about your childhood? I’ll learn how to write.
I wrote about everything. And about the material side and about friends and interests. And about the fact that my parents love me.
Oh, you read one sentence and also thought of it for me. Moreover, you thought of it to the extent of your depravity.

[career]

And you thought of it to the extent of your depravity.

well, about depravity, it’s not for you to talk about, it’s you who think that everything around is shit and you’re the only one in chocolate

[The passage]

And you thought of it to the extent of your depravity.

well, about depravity, it’s not for you to talk about, it’s you who think that everything around is shit and you are alone in chocolate

Yes, no. You wrote this. And three times in a row. Did you catch the bug?

[Lisa24]

the happiest time is childhood)
and the world seems huge and beautiful, bright, colorful and diverse
and the trees are centuries-old giants
and any simplest action seems like an exciting adventure))
and I can handle everything and my dreams are so cute

[Mancuso]

was born in Europe, where, as many here think, everything is bad. It was the nineties. And when people had difficulties here. I had everything. Good beautiful clothes, a varied diet with all sorts of goodies, a sea of ​​toys. When we arrived in Russia, everything had already settled down here.

Not quite like that. When I wrote about Europe (and not only me) I compared current moments. Horizon 10 years. (Well, maybe even 15) And if we take the 90s, then of course, what can we talk about? As soon as the "Iron Curtain" fell, people went there and began to carry equipment, cars, clothes.... and all this contrasts with the background of neglected facades (and this is in the center of Moscow (!), roads with potholes, lack of lighting in an alley within the Garden Ring, with empty shops created (which did not exist in the USSR) by homeless people, swindlers of all stripes...food on coupons, and then someone in a foreign car buying in "other" stores with cash dollars... then, yes, there were such times. And this is not an inflated opinion, as someone wrote here, but what I saw with my own eyes. But I don’t compare those periods. And when I lived in Italy 2011-2013, and also traveled around. In Europe, you can see that everything is not so rosy there. Especially if you see life and its problems. Where else, in my subjective opinion, it was decent - this is Switzerland.

[Couple 33]

Oh, my childhood, clear eyes)))

[|_rarely_|]

My childhood was generally good. This is according to my feelings at that time. We lived in a distant small northern city, so I didn’t attend any sections, clubs, etc. But I didn’t know how it was, so I didn’t suffer. We had as much fun as we could. In winter, parents built slides near their houses, skated and skied. Hockey sticks were modernized with the help of curved ends of skis, so that they were curved (sticks) like real ones. They jumped from rooftops into snowdrifts, tied dogs to sleds and rode around. They dug passages in the snowdrifts, and entire systems of catacombs were formed under a layer of snow in the garden by the end of winter. In the spring we rode on rafts made of pieces of foam plastic through huge puddles, of which there were many around. They fell into the water, crawled home soaking wet, received bream from their parents, changed clothes and went out for a walk again. Going for a friend meant going up to the gate and yelling "IIIGAAAAAR!!!" "Aunt Nin, will Igor come out?" In the courtyards where there were handy fathers, there was always a swing, we were constantly swinging on them. The bottles were blown up with carbide, which was found at construction sites. They entered school one after another and walked for more than a kilometer (some even further). They fought with briefcases. I’ve always been friends with girls. I don’t remember showing pussies during quiet time in kindergarten. I’ll generally keep quiet about the screenings with teachers so as not to comment on nonsense. But I always had girlfriends. Both in kindergarten and at school. And even the “bride and groom” that was offensive to many, didn’t bother me at all. They walked, talked, laughed, became friends in one word. Pussy shows were not with everyone, and in general with only a few (I talked about it in another topic). For the summer they took us to my grandmother in the south, where the time flew by enchantingly. On bicycles, on the river, through gardens with delicious fruits. If you look from the point of view of wealth, not everything is fine here, because my mother was supporting two children alone, she certainly tried, I won’t say that we were in great need, but sometimes it felt like we couldn’t afford everything. Although they were taken to the sea and went to pioneer camps. By the way, unlike many opinions, I liked the pioneer camps. In all. And on the sea, and in the forest, and on the outskirts of a small town. Yes, perhaps some toys, food, and even ordinary batteries were in short supply, but then this was not a big concern. At least me.

[rasaroam]

It was a good childhood, except that my parents divorced early (I was 5 years old), and I didn’t see my dad as often as I wanted (maybe a couple of times a week).
And at the end of the first grade, my mother got married for my stepfather, he was a military man, and we actually left for Turkmenistan, where he was assigned a place of service. There, the camels, the heat of 45 degrees and delicious melons made an unforgettable impression on me.
There were also terrible moments, for example, in our class one girl died from the bite of a poisonous spider, of which there were many

And the best thing that happened in childhood was every summer that I spent with my grandparents in the North Caucasus: a river, mountains, a sea of ​​fruits and berries

PS. I was in pioneer camps 2 times: after the 3rd and after the 4th grade. I hated them and both times I forced my mother to pick me up early.

[Cake]

My childhood was the same as most. My own father, as they say, “went out to buy bread,” relations with my stepfather were always extremely strained, and both he and his mother liked to drink. Therefore, I was only at home to eat and sleep, and to do my homework. The rest of the time is outside. And, as befits all children, I constantly walked with broken knees and some other injuries received during heavy stick fights and a cloud of different games, during which I always tripped over my own feet somewhere and flew to kiss the asphalt. In short, a happy childhood among garages, abandoned buildings and boys

[Big boy]

Nothing good. I would not want to return to the "happy" country of my childhood. I like adult life.

Well, don’t tell me, in the country of childhood, as you put it, there was a lot of good things. It’s just a pity that this will never happen again.

[The passage]

Nothing good. I would not want to return to the "happy" country of my childhood. I like adult life.

Well, don’t tell me, in the country of childhood, as you put it, there was a lot of good things. It’s just a pity that this will never happen again.

))) Brevity is the sister of talent))) But not in this topic. If there were a lot of good things, then tell us. Very interesting)))

[natalya.harita]

How I want to go back to childhood, my grandmother will cook pancakes with honey or cottage cheese, I still remember the taste, but no one can cook such delicious ones now. In general, childhood is the best in life and you realize this after years.

[Shy Baby]

...Childhood SHOULD be the happiest period of life...But, alas, this is not the case for everyone.
Personally, remembering my childhood, I cannot single out anything positive.... It’s a pity, of course....

[Beluga]

Looking back at your childhood, the question sometimes arises: how did you manage to survive? and the question is, why did you do this?
But in general it seemed cloudless and it was thought that everything was still ahead.

[Anonym9]

From a parent’s point of view, it’s traumatic. Fun in terms of friends

[Martin]

In our kindergarten, the teachers and nannies had their own quirk, especially in the senior and preparatory groups - they say, you are already big, so going to the toilet during quiet hours and during walks was very discouraged, they say, do your business in advance and don’t interfere clean the premises... It is clear that cases where children shit their pants have become more frequent... and this is at the age of 5-6...!!! Once again, having shit myself and pissed myself during a quiet hour, I sat in a basin for washing and roared, as usual... Out of the corner of my eye I saw how the nanny placed a basin with water about 3 meters from me and realized that someone... then in the group he also shit himself like me... After 2-3 minutes, the teacher brought in a roaring girl, the largest in our group, whose backside of her swimming trunks was very protruding from the shit, all her thighs were also smeared in the back, like mine, in short. ..She brought her and left her to the nanny, who lowered her panties onto a newspaper to then solemnly hand her to her parents, and wiped her ass and crotch with some rag, and I could see all of this perfectly... That’s when I saw for the first time, how everything works there for the girls...))) Afterwards, bawling, I put her in a bowl of water to wash myself... And for someone to voluntarily show their pussies, that didn’t happen...

[Alice]

Happy Soviet childhood that came in the 80s.
A child of the North, who grew up in harsh climatic conditions (I still don’t like the wind) and the polar night - but how can this prevent you from feeling carefree and happy!!!
Next to me is mom, dad, and then my younger brother - beloved and spoiled... under the stern gaze of dad... who, in his free time from raising his daughter, managed to defend the Motherland....
I didn’t like kindergarten, all the time with a fight... when my brother was born, my kind mother decided not to take me to the preparatory group.
But I managed to remember the kindergarten with iron pots, huge yellow vitamins from a tin can, fish oil from tablespoons - it still cringes from its taste....Mittens with an elastic band, felt boots on the radiator after a walk...and pressing your tongue against a frosty iron pipe!!!!Mmmmm...
And I loved school...I remember in elementary school they collected We were all in the Lenin room, stripped to the waist, lined up around a lamp and quartzed first in front, then in the back... they made up for the lack of vitamin D.
In winter, skates and on the skating rink, cardboard under the ass and on the slide, on weekends on skis the whole family...
New Year’s gifts in a transparent plastic bag - one from mom’s work, the other from dad’s...first you eat the most delicious sweets at your place, then you go to change at your brother’s...
And in the summer rubber bands, classics, secrets, picking up tar at a construction site, walking through water supply pipes throughout the village - a separate entertainment!!!! if the shoulder straps were torn off, it means he was killed, did you ever have this happen?
What a great time it was!!!!

[Geralt]

managed to defend the Motherland....

Navy?

[SweetyBaby]

Definitely happy) Golden time, as they say)

[Beluga]

For the most part, childhood was happy, although it did not exclude minor dramas and tragedies that seemed significant
and most importantly, the parents were young.

[Punisher38]

Happy childhood, parents never beat me and gave me a good upbringing. Love them)

[Whisperer]

Tell me what your childhood was like?
Just please don’t write your paedo fantasies here.

As the famous French writer Antoine de Saint- Exupery - we all come from childhood.

But the childhood of those who were children before the early nineties and after is different. And so different that sometimes you wonder how we “dinosaurs of the past” managed to live up to the present.

In our time, there were no seat belts or airbags in cars, and this outraged no one, even traffic cops.

Our rooms, beds and toys were not painted with special environmentally friendly dyes. Medicines were not covered with secret caps. Steel doors were not equipped with combination locks, and locked cabinets were only found in furniture factories.

It never occurred to anyone that tap water should not be drunk. We didn’t put on a safety helmet before getting on the bike. We made improvised means of transportation with our own hands from boards and bearings found in a landfill and did not suspect that the brake was an integral part of the design of any of them.

We walked as much as we wanted. They left for school early in the morning and returned from it long after midnight. Our parents could only guess where we were hanging out. Cell phones did not exist.

Only Imagine to yourself - we broke bones, cut our hands, lost teeth. They fought like hell, but no one sued each other. We were responsible for our mistakes ourselves! We didn’t pay attention to the bruises, bumps and abrasions. Men do not cry! And we didn’t cry.

We ate everything: cakes, ice cream, sweets, lard and bread and didn’t get fat! The nuclear reactor inside our body did not allow us to remain motionless for long; we were all sea captains, army generals and outstanding football players. We were not afraid to drink from someone else’s bottle, chew someone else’s gum, or eat from the same plate with a friend. Our natural immunity was more powerful than modern pharmaceuticals.

Game consoles, computers, cell phones, video players - all this simply did not exist in our time. We gathered in a noisy crowd at the nearest TV set to watch our favorite “Well, wait a minute!”

But we knew how to be friends and value our friends. We got together just to chat, lit fires behind the garages, and trips to the nearest forest were commonplace. And we did all this ourselves, without asking, without the knowledge of parents, teachers and the police! We charged self-propelled guns with match heads, built tree huts, and bungee dived into the water! We went and signed up for sports sections and ship modeling clubs. Not all of us became great athletes, but life has taught us to fight, win, endure defeat and disappointment. We became stronger and more responsible.

How did we learn? Five-point rating system! For the “especially gifted” - the second year of study in one class. A’s in the diary with a practical knowledge of the subject of 3. How did we manage to remember so many poems and fall in love with Chekhov, Bulgakov, Dostoevsky? Why do we write without errors? How do we manage, 30 years after training, to help our grandchildren solve arithmetic problems?

Probably we can do all this because we did everything for real: we made friends, fought, fell in love and were at enmity. We didn’t hide behind our “cool” relatives. They did not pay off the army and police. It was a matter of honor and one’s own conscience to be responsible for what was done. And our parents practically did not interfere in our affairs.

We are contemptuously called “scoops,” forgetting that it was the “scoops” who created one of the most powerful states in the world! What exactly are the “scoops” who are still ready to risk their health and life for the well-being of their Motherland!
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[Alice]

Whisper, it’s a pity that only we understand this.

[March]

Childhood is like childhood. Quite prosperous.
But when it was over, he sighed with relief.