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I was an only child and would play jacks for hours sitting on the front step of our house and every now and then feeding stones down the grate - think it was probably a water drain!
My dolls house, I used to play for hours with it. I kept a lot of the furniture & dolls for my daughter and grandchildren to play with, & hopefully great grandchildren, but unfortunately technology has taken over and they may not be interested.
My brother and myself used to cut little tunnels in a shoe box, put numbers at the top and then pop the shoe box against the wall. We then would roll marbles into the tunnels and the person with the highest score won. Fond memories xx
One of my favourite things was playing in the park and going on those big ol' swings and swinging 'til the chains went loose. Soooo high. They're banned now which is a mixture of both sad, And i'm glad I don't have to watch my Granddaughters do what I did. Good days though.
My favourite game, played with the local neighbourhood kids was 'Rin Tin Tin' a kind of hide and seek. One person was the 'seeker'. There was a base with an old tin can where the seeker stood and counted to 100. The rest ran off to hide. When the seeker found you he/she lined you up at the base, but if someone ran back and kicked the can the game started again until everyone was caught. I found a fab hiding place near the base and when the seeker went further afield looking for the last few hidden players I often managed to kick the can to set everyone free. The base was the large windowless wall of a house which backed onto the street where we all played. We did everything by that wall. I remember the owners of the house as a grumpy old couple. As an older adult I now understand their grumpiness. I'm sure I'd hate having ball games and 'can kicking' against the wall of my house! I've not been there since my mum died and her house was sold but I wonder if kids still play games on that street and by that wall and wonder what poor souls live in that house now.
I grew up in colonial Africa (Zambia and Kenya) and dad taught us 3 daughters to not have a fear of creepy crawlies and other creatures, great and small, but to have a healthy respect for them.
We had so much freedom without being "wrapped up on cotton wool". Climbing trees and taking other risks!
We were also taught to use our imagination to create games.
Those are the good days, never to be repeated, sadly.
I loved collecting scraps - angels and cherubs were my favourites. Also loved the floral ones which had glitter on them - fun swapping spares with my friends and sticking them in my scrapbook. Great memories!
Two ball, french skipping and hopscotch, and playing Snakes and Ladders with my brother while my mum did her ironing listening to Woman's Hour or the play on Radio 4!