Two names from your childhood that make you sad

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paulw1969

Ridley rider
Tarzan was on the day i came out of hospital after having my tonsils out......remember it well didn't have a good time in hospital.....and i banged on so much weight after the op my life changed for ever.
Carbolic soap reminds me of my dear old nan....along with the smell of lamb stew and dumplings....bread pudding....etc
 

citybabe

Keep Calm and OMG.......CAKES!!
Brylcreem. I remember my grandad smelling of that
 

col

Legendary Member
Caramel bars off the ringtons tea van, my nana used to get them when we lived at her house while my mum and dad were sorting the move out in the early 70's.
 

gbb

Squire
Location
Peterborough
Chris Chambers...8 years old circa 1970, fell in the Trent and drowned. Took them 2 weeks to find him the poor sod. At about 13 year old, it was overwhelming, i was best mates with his brother. We frantically ran and ran and ran for miles trying to find him, i can still hear the screams of his mum when they told her.

I visited our old village some 30 years later and happened across the graveyard...the effect was completely unexpected, i was morbid as hell for several days after. Wierd, i dont know why, i didnt expect it.
 

Yellow Fang

Legendary Member
Location
Reading
Paul Lambden from Horringer Court Middle School, which was the only time during my school years when I was really happy. Paul was the leader of the gang, the best footballer, funny and a really nice lad. On the first day at middle school, I was nominated to fight him because I came from Guildhall Feoffment and he came from Westgate primary school, but we didn't fight very hard. It was sad the fourth year after he had had a kidney taken out; he couldn't take part in the games and just had to look on. That was the year things started to fall apart anyway. In their wisdom, the school decided to take some pupils from each of the four classes to create a fifth class. I remember one of the girls crying, feeling she had been punished after she had been split from her friends. After a couple of kindly class teachers and a more shrill one, we got a bad tempered teacher who shouted at us. Then I had to leave my friends when we moved down to Hove, where I got stuck in a class of mean-spirited, piss-taking louts for four years.
 
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