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Football - always football with my twin brother!

Racing my bike with my friends!

Climbing - anything would do - trees, walls, climbing frames...

I loved to be outside, building dens in the garden was probably what I loved best.
Until I got to the seaside- in which case I was always in the water!

My sister and I would pretend we were horses and make a complete jumping course in the back garden.

Riding a stick with sock for a head, as a hobby horse, over jumps and chasing the poor chickens around my granny's huge hen run. Finding a secret cache of eggs which the chickens had laid in the long grass. Climbing onto the hen house roof with a friend and eating scrumped apples. Scrumping apples!

Gardening with my gran and grandad,they had us our own little plot so we could grow what we wanted.

Skipping. The rope across the street and all the kids joining in

Treasure hunting with my cousin on the beach near his house. Shells, sea glass, coloured rope etc. We must have been out for hours some days. Happy memories.

Exploring and building dens. Bit of a tomboy!

French skipping, tree climbing, miniature garden making in an old saucer, making rose petal perfume, pretending that we were horses and making a circuit of jumps in the garden, exploring the local woods, climbing the local chalk pit... what a shame so many children do not appear to have the freedom that we had.

Playing with our tortoises and finding them favourite plants around the garden to eat

i used to love playing hop scotch with my sister and loved skipping games

Playing in nearby woods, pretending to be forest dwelling creatures and making dens to hide in.

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Climbing trees

Climbing trees

Climbing trees

Climbing trees

Without a doubt it was climbing trees. Getting down was a lot more problematic...

Skipping was definitely my favourite ;)

Whip and top

Crouching by the old Anderson shelter at the bottom of the garden with the boy next door; we cooked potatoes in an old bottomless enamel breadbin and listened endlessly to the only record we had for a wind- up gramophone: The Blue Danube.

riding my bike

I spent hours hitting a ball against the wall of an adjoining house. It was only years later at a funeral that I was told it drove the inhabitants of the house batty - they heard every single ball! So wish someone had mentioned it at the time!