Ah, childhood. The good old days.
Where you had no responsibilites or the crushing realisation that you'll probably never be a home-owner.
Those were the days - although they weren't without their faults.
It has to be said that we were innocent and naive little creatures when we were younger.
The very slightest thing putting the fear of God into us, with these ones in particular still haunting us to this day:
You never really found out what came after three, because you were too damn afraid.
Your mother's favourite threat when you didn't tidy your room: the black bin bag would come along for all your favourite toys unless you tidied up.
You knew your parents meant business when they threatened to turn around and go back home.
Scary business.
You didn't even mean to swallow it, it was an accident!
You would have nightmares about it for a full week beforehand.
Enough said.
Mainly because you didn't want to tell the Priest that it had been three years since you last went.
The one line that would always stop a tantrum in its tracks.
You have to stand there awkwardly and seriously hope that she gets back before the last item is scanned.
You wanted to impress them and thought you could handle it but ... you really couldn't.
Why would you do that to yourself? Why?
Quite possibly one of the worst punishments. You lived for your weekly treat.
And all because of this ad.
The first time you heard a swear word in real life you were shocked.
And look at you now, you little f*cker. The mouth on ya.
You knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be, yet...
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