Searching for shells and crabs on the beach with my dad during annual summer holiday, or in winter, Haunted House board game.
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Card games! Specifically gin rummy and snap!
Lego of course! It was always my 'go to' entertainment and I've 'inflicted' my hobby on my children. They are now long since grown up but both make sure there's a model bought for xmas ( and birthdays and any other family celebration ) 
Stilt walking. My dad made me and my sister a pair of stilts each out of wood. We started a craze for it after a local photographer took pictures and did an article about it in our local newspaper. It was a lovely period in our lives. I look back on it fondly.
Book and skate! Our own skateboards long before they were a ‘thing.’
Didn’t have much as a kid as Dad died when I was 5 leaving Mum with 6 kids under the age of 13.
As the only girl I remember wearing plenty of hand me downs, and trooping off to jumble sales with Mum.
One day she picked up some old metal roller skates (3 pairs) that had no laces or leather left on the fronts and said she would fix them. Got out her old sewing machine and made replacement straps for the front and back.
But three pairs meant only three kids could use them at the same time. Then Mum had a better idea, told us to each go and get an old ‘annual’ from our rooms.
We lived in a Cul-de-sac which was on a hill.
Mum taught us how to put the book on the skate and sit on it with our feet tucked up under us, and keeping our balance so we didn’t fall off.
Instant skateboards and we could all play and have races down the hill. The road across the bottom was rarely used but we were all told not to go past a certain house so never reached the bottom anyway.
Oh what fun we had! And of course the kids in our street wanted to join in and play too. They put their expensive bikes and scooters down to play our book and skate game! We had competitions and raced 3 at a time as the pavement was really wide. Yes we crashed, grazed elbows, knees and more but tears were mopped and grazes plastered, and off we went again!
My mum was a great believer in us kids having fun and actually being kids. Every Sunday she would come and play in the street with us (and the rest of the neighbourhood kids) She had a long washing line which was used as a giant skipping rope and would turn the end for hours while we all jumped in and jumped out, and sang skipping songs.
Then there was the time on Christmas Eve when it snowed, and she knocked on everyone’s door inviting them out for a snowball fight! The majority of the street got involved - parents too - and we had such a great time - snowmen were built, sleds came out and we had the time of our lives.
Afterwards we all bundled indoors to have crumpets dripping in butter and sweet hot chocolate to warm us up. We went to bed full, happy and contented. Waking up the next day was exciting - not just because it was Christmas Day (prezzies were few and far between but we always had food to eat) but because we were still buzzing about the magical day before playing in the snow. The snowmen were still standing and it truly felt like Christmas.
So many memories but book and skate will stick with me forever.
Very dull but it was reading. Loved going to the library with dad, old polished wooden floors, great smell of old books, all silent in those days. Still love to read, nothing better than a good book to get lost in.
playing draughts with my mother, playing whip and top, ( I forget the number of times I 'accidentally' whipped my sister!)
Playing with marbles and with jacks, I could spend hours with the jacks.
Oh I also loved my roller skates, I wore then out
Playing Bagatelle on an old board that my Dad got from his cousin's rag and bone business. Dad renovated it and we all had hours of fun.
The childhood game I loved the most was playing manhunt with my friends in the summer holidays
Dressing up. I had a large box of my relatives''s old evening wear and some children's stage costumes too. A distant relative had a chemist's shop and would pass on old makeup testers. Friends would love to come round after school to play at Going to the Ball.
In adult life I have rarely worn formal dresses and never been to a Ball....
I used to love hitting a ball against a wall and thinking I'd be a great tennis player. Alas, when I eventually went to a school where we played tennis I realised I was rubbish
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My all time favourite memory is of the sledge that my Dad made for us. It was long and thin - could seat us all and on many occasions up to 7 small children. Dad would run ahead pulling it and every so often would tip it so that the last child at the back would slide off into the soft snow. He always pretended not to notice and feigned surprise when he was left pulling an empty sledge.
I spoke recently at a school reunion to some of the other kids who lived in our street then (late 1940s) and they also remembered these sleigh rides as a childhood magic moment.
Knitting, sewing, card games and making ‘perfume’ from rose petals.
I used to love playing 2 balls against the the back wall of our little terrace house & skipping at school with a very long rope & lots of children involved
I was fascinated to watch my Mum do the washing out in the washhouse with the old copper lighted, and afterwards I tried to help use the mangle to squeeze the water out.
Trout Fishing in the lakes in North Wales with my father 40 years ago ,my father has dementia now but still reminds me everyday of the our first fishing trip there.
I was an only child until the age of 10 and we lived with my mother's parents. My nanny used to play with me in the way that most adults are not able to, or they become bored with, and I loved her dearly.
Amongst our favourite games was playing shops where I would line up all my toys with their written shopping lists as customers and set up my toy ironing board as the base. Nanny would collect real food items from her pantry and scoop some of the contents into little homemade paper bags which we then labelled. We made a sign for the shop - The Tuam Road Stores, as that was the name of the road where we lived - and designed posters with the items we sold and their prices. We also made little carrier bags out of newspaper that the toys could use for their shopping bags and filled my toy till with real money. The setting up was such fun and would take us most of the morning. Nanny and I spent hours creating stories around the toys ' shopping trips and used different voices for each individual toy. Nanny never forgot which voice matched each toy as I do when playing with my granddaughters!
She died when I was only 8 years old and I missed her dreadfully. However I think that I have inherited my love of nostalgia from her and hope that my granddaughters will one day remember our playtimes with affection.
When I was growing up the whole street seemed to have families with children of various ages and we would all play giant games of Acky (hide and seek!) or British bulldog! Lovely innocent days ?
I remember playing 'Jacks' a lot as a child, also many hours doing jigsaw puzzles (still very keen on jigsaws), and Spirograph! I bought a modern version of it recently for my Grandchildren and it was rubbish, so I threw it away, the next day my son bought me a Vintage Spirograph from eBay as a surprise. I've been reliving my youth - it's such fun!
Going on cycle rides for miles with my brother. A bottle of pop some crisps. And back in time for tea
Kerby! Playing endless games of it each spring and summer with the kids in the street
Playing Jack's. I was really good at it too!
We had a big tree in the garden, we used to climb it all the time. We had a swing hanging from the tree too. That tree holds so many memories.
My fondest childhood memories are the of the times I spent with my lovely grandad. Gardening, chopping logs into sticks with his axe, playing games and making jigsaws.
I played with my brother, cousins..marble. A game played on the pavement like hopscotch and elasticband. In doors we love dominoes
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