So this user posted the word 'Chiji' on one of my statuses on here earlier which reminded me of my childhood days and how people would tantalise me for small things without actually offering. :(

"Tenu 'chiji' leke deni ah, ah karde?" Sounds familiar? Hackneyed isn't it? Haha!

From there I thought if we could make a topic? So yeah let's all blissfully reminisce our childhood days on here!

Share your childhood experiences, things you liked/disliked, things you enjoyed doing, stuff you was fond of the most etc. This can also include things you was deprived of  (Considering we have all been brought up by "Asian" parents) 

Never mind if they're happy or sad stories. But if they were sad, include a corrective action you would take to ensure your own future kids don't face similar situations during their childhood.

Here's mine:
My childhood bike - So I was brought up in a city that was too densely populated with shedloads of traffic everywhere. Like even the nearest park was miles away! And reaching the bike lanes wasn't too feasible without actually driving through busy roads. :/

As a child I was too fond of bikes ( bicycles, as some may call; pretty normal for a lad ) and I would ask my dad to buy me one? He had always refused to get me one, reason being the above busy traffic ^ and he considered it too unsafe (Overprotective Asian parenting *sad face*). I would watch my neighbourhood mates heading to the park on their bikes, whereas I would go by walk. A few would offer me theirs to just ride in the park, temporarily. But that wasn't as fun as having my own, you know! So I would come back home and whinge about it to my mom but she wasn't too keen on pushing dad, either. :/

There were days I would cry cry cry and cry off to sleep just because no one would buy me a bike! ( I'm just laughing whilst reminiscing this bit right now ) But then yeah such was life back in the day!

Years down the line, I'm all grown up, made my mark, have a job, own a car, own a motorbike too (Bullet in fact, yay!) And can even purchase the most expensive bike available! But then whenever this sad bike story occurs to me, I just feel like asking dad to buy me one and get me them childhood days back! :'( So I can head to the park, ride my bike like a bird, flaunt it to my mates and do all that kids do with their little possessions :')
 
Corrective action - I shall ensure I have my kids' bikes ready even before they're born so that they're never deprived of bikes, even for a single day! :) Kid(s) - Yes I plan on having 2 or even 3 LOL

This was all I could think of just now, now go ahead, share yours! And trust me I shall read them all :)

nice

Stop laughing! It's not funny. It was torturous. They could've gave me a real one!

Nah I'm still very fond of ladoos :hehe: but not as much anymore

I don't know if that was besti or a compliment  :dnk:

It's quite alright I've got a few I'll share..

Amazing how most of my stories start with, So at my massi's house..
Reckless times...
Anywho,
I was about 2 years old and I was sleeping over my massi's house with a cousin of mine. We got into a heated arguemnt according to my massi over god knows what, and my cousin apparenly slapped me and I started to cry.
My massi came in all adult like and tried to stop the brawl and she hit or yelled at or did something to upset my cousin and my cousin started to cry.
I then proceeded to yell at my massi, my exact words according to my massi
“Pare ho ja eh meri ladayi ah tu kyo mareya.” In some broken kid language.

What I learned from this?
Don't send your kids over to their massi's house but if you are, have her video tape everything :

I did get revenge though. My cousin at the time was a year younger, so one at the time, and she wobbled when she walked, clumsy little thing she was. The ice cream man had come outside so I ran out the door and she was in one of those walker things and she attempted to follow me, leading to her falling down the stairs while I happily ate my ice cream.
Karma dude, karma. :hehe:

Lazy arses didn't come up with anything! :/

I remember everytime I would go India, I'd fight with this gwandiya da niyana because of toys which this kid always seemed to have the nice ones :cry:and so I was happily fighting and then I got pushed onto the road and like I nearly got hit by this bolero type car, t'was nice.