We had a long coffee table that my dad had made in the otherwise empty front room. My brother and I would turn it upside down and it was a boat, or on its end and it was a rocket or right side up with a sheet, it was a tent, although we could only lie down in it!
I also had a pet slug, called Sooty, which I kept in an old drawer outside.
My dad collected football coupons from friends and had to stamp a reference number on them. I used his stamp in my books, like a library date stamp, so friends would return them to me.
We lived in a large Victorian end terraced house and my brother and I used to walk along the narrow outside ledge of the bannister, which went along the hallway upstairs and round a corner. Then we would climb onto the landing over it. There was a big drop over the stairwell and I am so surprised that neither of us slipped, or fell, as my brother was so clumsy and four years younger than me. Looking back - I'm horrified now.