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I loved playing in my imagination.

I remember a long 'let's pretend 'game based on Kidnapped, which was on children's TV.
I was Wee Jakie and my best friend, who was tiny, was Wee Jeanie. I wore my kilt.

We were off roaming through the heather in the "Highlands of Scotland"........ in Middlesex.

Playing on the fallen tree trunk sin the woods behind my house, pretending they were horses. I really wanted riding lessons but we couldn't afford them. The tree trunks were my escape into a world of make believe.

Pony riding, it was the best riding on the common next to our Farm.

When I was a child I loved the skipping games with two "enders" turning the long rope. We often had 10 or 12 children playing with rhymes like "All in together girls." and "Teddy bear, teddy bear touch the ground".

I don't know what it was called...but it was a kit in its own cardboard box. There were rubber moulds of figurines that you filled with plaster that had to be mixed up with water. Once the plaster had dried (oh, the agony of waiting!) there were watercolour paints and a brush in the kit to colour the little figures.

The whole activity felt very grownup and was utterly engrossing. As it was officially the 'olden days', there were no distractions like telly or the internet to break the spell!

I loved to play 'two ball's , against the end wall of the house across the way from us. Often there were several girls. All chanting the words and actions of the game Some of the most difficult were quite intricate but it was very absorbing trying to master them. Mr. Potter , who lived in the house, never once came out to shoo us girls away. It was a lovely time of many happy memories

Reading Enid Blyton books and Watch with Mother!

French skipping in the school playground using the seemingly everlasting supply of elastic from our mum's sewing tins!

Snow fun in my Manchester school playground provided days of good fun activities.
First there was the beautiful vision of snowfall and anticipation.
The first games were snowballing and snowman making.
Then came the fast slides that were formed using the downhill length of the playground. These were exciting, fast and probably highly dangerous. If you could slide down one, you felt invincible.
Soon afterwards, it seemed like weeks, the pop up ice turned to brown sludge.
This made way for the spring games: whip and top, two balls and skipping- that is games for girls.
Thanks for making me remember!

Paddling in the shallow river that ran through our town. We used to catch sticklebacks in our bare hands and then let them go and watched the newts skim along the bottom.

My favourite activity was a trip to the library. As very young children my siblings and I had nothing, literally nothing. We never had enough to eat, I shared clothes with my older sister (first up was best dressed), our bedding was our coats and we had no toys or books; but at the age of seven I was allowed to borrow books from the library and that opened up a whole new world to me.

For seven years, every week I would walk the two miles there (alone) to exchange my books and the librarians, who took me under their wings, would make recommendations and guide my reading. The trip home was always full of excitement, but I was never happier than when I was in the library and I owe those librarians a debt I can never repay.

Playing in old air raid shelters in the allotments. Riding my bike. Reading Enid Blyton and going to the swings .

Two balls against the house wall and french skipping in the playground in school

Playing 'camps' in the fields behind our house with a picnic of jam sandwiches and bottles of homemade lemon drink. If the weather was bad i loved playing with my best freind who lived next door. We both had the Bunty cut out dolls and dresses and we played with those for hours creating all sorts of scenes and dressing the dolls accordingly. In the summer holidays all the kids in our street played 'your it' and the girls played skipping games and the boys cowboys and indians. Wonderful memories.

Definitely roller skating, mucking about on a friends farm, hanging upside down on bars and on wet days cutting out cardboard dolls with their paper clothes.

Outdoors, winter and summer, it was always marbles! Everyone seemed to have a tinful with some specially precious ones that were never sacrificed to games, but it was always a huge pleasure if you won a really good one in a game (and vice versa if you lost one of yours!). Indoors, I would make paper clothes for cardboard dolls, cut them out and colour them.

Snap nansoval!

When I was a child I loved to play Chinese skipping ,I could play it for hours either with a friend or two chairs where I would put the elastic around the legs,no wonder I was so slim all that jumping around.

Hopscotch on the paving stones in my back yard with my friends.

Being in the girl guides, gardening for my neighbours for my help the aged badge, making a meal for my cooking badge, and map reading for my orienteering badge - gave me a sense of wellbeing, teamwork, and putting up those heavy canvas tents on summer camp.

There where four of us in our "gang" all about the same age and the same road,we played tossing up against the walls and two balls against the end wall,during the summer we all went blackberrying then went off to my grandma's to make pies with her.We played skipping and to the annoyance of some neighbours we played football with some of the boys,all our activities cost us nothing.

My younger brother Tom and I were so close as children and he loved making things.
Our favourite activities were making Go Carts and virtually any item that had wheels, bikes and prams, had their wheels “borrowed “ much to my parents annoyance.
He use to draw his designs and the build them. I was chief gofor.
We spent hours building them and some were very fast and the envy of our cousins and friends. They were not however terribly safe , and after one trip to many to A&E my parents banned us from making any more.
I still think about those days and treasure the time we spent together as children and still have a scar on my knee to remind me

Swimming in the brook with a group of friends and wandering home by myself throughthe fields.No sense of any danger.

Pretending to be an explorer with my cousin, we would spend all day in the woods .

Playing elastics in the street, hopscotch as well, throwing two balls against a wall, and the most dangerous one was jumping the dykes, jumping from one to another in the back court of our tenement.
Also loved riding our chopper bikes to the park with fishing nets to fish for minnows in the pond.