Throwback Thursday #45 – Nighttime Rituals

We are back again for Throwback Thursday. This week we are going to explore the nighttime rituals you had as a child.

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Nighttime Rituals

You can either free write using these questions as inspiration or answer the question as they are.

  1. Did you share a room with a sibling, or did you have a room of your own?
  2. Did you resist going to bed or did you go willingly?
  3. Did someone put you to bed, tuck you in, or read you a bedtime story?
  4. Was there a religious component, like prayers, to your nighttime routine?
  5. Did you go to sleep immediately, or lie awake?
  6. Did you journal, read a book, talk on the phone or with your siblings, or watch television when you were supposed to be sleeping?
  7. Did you ever sleepwalk?
  8. Did you remember having dreams? If you dreamed, did you ever have bad dreams? Do you remember any dreams specifically?
  9. Were you afraid of the dark? Did you sleep with a nightlight or sneak into your sibling’s or parent’s room at night because you were afraid?
  10. Did you have or attend sleepovers or slumber parties? Feel free to elaborate.

My post follows.

I was never afraid of the dark, but nighttime was when I had all my deep and pondering thoughts. I was about 8 and can remember lying awake in my bed for hours pondering the universe and the idea of infinity. Big thoughts for a young child. I never slept with a nightlight.

I had three siblings. A brother and two sisters. When we were very young, I slept in the room with my brother in bunk beds. My older sisters shared a room. As we got older, I shared a room with my two sisters and my brother got his own room which I thought was extremely unfair.

There was a time I was a brat to my oldest sister. I talked her ear off after the lights went out. Eventually she told me she had a magic ring and when she spun it on her finger, she would go to some magic place and would no longer be able to hear or speak to me. She did a good job conning me because I believed her and would eventually shut up, turn over and go to sleep.

I remember our mother reading us poems and I remember getting tucked in and kissed good night. We also said prayers at the edge of our bed every night.

We only had one television in the house, so no tv for me! I did not read or journal at night, but I did love to talk if anyone would listen. As I got older, I would sometimes sneak into the living room early in the morning, take the  trimline phone and crawl under a blanket and talk to my boyfriend on the phone for hours.

I do not remember having bad dreams or really dreaming much at all. I did have a few very detailed dreams about my grandfather after he passed away. All the dreams had to do with him and communicating with him now that he was dead. They were very specific and I can remember every precise point even today.

I didn’t have a slumber party until about 6th grade. We had seances in our basement and slept in sleeping bags on the cement floor! I attended a few sleepovers when I was younger and also a few in my high school years. One particular night we were camping in a tent in my girlfriend’s back yard. We decided to go TP (toilet paper) a few houses. I remember diving into the bushes when a Police car pulled up. We turned off our flashlights and stayed hidden until he left. Karma did her thing, though. The bushes we hid in were rose bushes and we got a few good scratches for our bad deeds.


45 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday #45 – Nighttime Rituals”

  1. Here are my answers, Maggie.

    1) I was an only child. Until I was four, I had to sleep in my parent’s bedroom. (There was only one bedroom where we lived then.) After that, I always had my own room.
    2) I went to bed when I was told, and was allowed to read for a while. On Fridays and Saturdays, I was allowed to stay up one hour later.
    3) My mum used to tuck me in and turn off the bedside lamp after my allowed reading time.
    4) No prayers, we were not a religious family.
    5) I used to go to sleep straight away.
    6) In the 1950s, we had one small television in the living room. I never had a bedroom with a televison, throughout my life. I still don’t now. As for phones, we didn’t even have one until I was nine, and certainly not in a bedroom.
    7) I did sleepwalk,according to what my mother told me. But I don’t remember that.
    8) I have always dreamed, good dreams and nightmares. I still dream almost every night now, and I am 70. Two days ago, I had a dream that I was out with my dog Ollie, and couldn’t find him. I got in a terrible panic and was so relieved to wake up and find I was in bed.
    9) I wasn’t afraid of the dark, but my parents left the landing light on out of habit, so I could always see that through a glass panel above the door. If anything, that disturbed me. I prefer complete darkness.
    10) Slumber parties were unknown to me in 1950s London. If a young friend or relative had to stay over for any reason, they had to share my bed, and we were not allowed to lie there giggling or messing around. (So we giggled very quietly. 🙂 )

    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 5 people

    1. Pete, I have never had a television in my bedroom either, and like you, I prefer the darkness to light while I am sleeping. Even gentle sounds and dim lights disturb my sleep. It was fun reading your responses – I am imagining you as a child giggling very quietly.

      Liked by 2 people

  2. I enjoyed reading this, Maggie. I was also a talker. I would talk to anyone who would listen. I also wondered about everything and would ask people to explain anything I thought they should know. I laughed a little about the thorns. I hope you have a nice long weekend.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Thank you, Dan. Perhaps our curiosity is what led us into our chosen professions. I am more quiet in my retirement, choosing to sit back and observe a bit more. Those thorns, though. The first and only time I ever tried to TP a house.

      Liked by 3 people

  3. Hi Maggie! I have been reading Willow’s posts, connected to your Throwback Thursday questions, and felt I needed to read yours, and join in!
    I loved reading your answers. Each of us has such different experiences to recount, and it makes for an interesting read!
    Mine will follow shortly!

    Liked by 2 people

  4. I enjoyed reading your nighttime memories. The middle of the night was always a good time for those deep thoughts. So you were a bit sneaky in the night, too! Same here. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.