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When I thought about this question I was suprised to discover that the answer wasn't the playground games I loved, or Scrabble or pen & paper games, but Dark Tower. It was a gimmicky fantasy board game with a (for the time) high tech electrononic element. I spent hours playing it with my dad, and those are fond memories. Wish I'd not left the batteries in the tower unit and had kept the game now -- it's worth quite a lot!

Hopscotch was my best game and still play it with the grandkids its great fun

When the weather was bad we opened up the flaps on my mother's dining table and played table tennis with my brother and cousins who lived next door. When it was dry we chalked the pavement and played hopscotch

Pond dipping and listening to skylarks are lovely memories

I loved my box of Lego! I spent hours and hours making houses, vehicles, animals, people etc. etc.
I think every child needs a box of ordinary Lego.
(I think the very prescriptive Lego sets of today limit children’s imagination, which is a shame.)

Apart from playing outside for most of the day, monopoly and cluedo were great family favourites. I've looked these out again and enjoy continuing the tradition with my children.

Building camps out in the woods with a gang of friends. Best times ever !

I loved working my way through the I Spy books - and so glad they have made a comeback!

As a child we lived on a farm near the marshes, and loved going on the marshes picking samphire. My two brothers and I spent ages seeing who could collect the most.

When we returned home, my mother would boil and pickle this delicious seaweed. We all enjoyed drawing it from the stalks, it didn't last long!

I loved playing Jacks with my friends. It was a great game especially when it was raining. When the weather was better it was outside for Hop Scotch

We had a snooker table that we put on the kitchen table, my brother and I played for hours. I found it behind a wardrobe when I cleared my parents house.

I loved simply cutting out of catalogues and making my perfect home and garden... I would cut out enough people to make my family and they would wear the most perfect clothes (what i considered perfect) we had the best tv's, furniture... money was not an issue haha... very innocent and kept me amused for time.

Playing Lexicon with my Grandad. He never said no to playing a game with me

Spending the Summer Holidays with my Gran and Grampy. We’d shell Peas and Broad Beans, feed the Chickens at the allotment and take the Dog for long walks across the fields and down to the river.

Monopoly with my parents and brother at Christmas

Pick up sticks

I remember making a go kart with my dad from all scraps of materials we had. We lived on a slight hill and with not many cars around then we would spend hours going up and down the road on the go kart.

Skipping , I have very fond memories of our street, the neighbourhood children would get together , old clothes line from one side of the street to the other, skirts tucked in knickers, chanting “ ALL IN TOGETHER GIRLS” . Fond memories of the days when we actually spoke face to face.

Easter caravan holidays by a Scottish loch! We used to build dens by the stream!

I used to love playing cards on a Saturday night for money! We all had a huge pile of pennies!!

After spending the first 4 years of my life in a city hospital, my mother and I moved to a countryside. It was late spring and I thought I had gone to haven: blossoming fruit trees, swaying in the wind white daisies and purple foxgloves, dawn chorus of the song birds and frolicking young farm animals - all were a cause of wonder, as I have never seen them before. I remember feeding squabbling speckled chickens very early in the morning - the sun was a pale yolk in the pink sky and I was able to look at it without being blinded. In the dusk, the May bugs were buzzing around the garden and bumping into the window panes. One June evening, we came across an incredible creature: on an old log a worm was glowing bright green and then changing to a pale aquamarine, as if it was breathing through colour. We put a glowworm in a matchbox and brought it home. That night, I was able to read a few words and faintly see the pictures of an ugly duckling in my favourite book by the light of the bug. The next day, we released it back on its log and I used to visit it every evening and hold long conversations. A few weeks later, it was gone. Even now, 50 odd years later, I still go out into the back garden late at night and look for the lost glowworm. Up in the sky, I can see the twinkling lights of the planes heading for Heathrow, smile at myself for being so childlike and go to bed feeling happy.

My family were card sharks and we all fought to win Black Jack every Sunday evening. We had a very amusing time, if not competitive as we all wanted to beat our Mum, who I think was a professional croupier in a previous life! ?

Loved skipping with a big rope in the playground. Two people turning the rope and there could be up to a dozen skipping. After your turn you had to run and touch the wall then run back in time to take your turn. Someone had to be in skipping for every turn of the rope so if you were too slow getting back for your turn then you had to take an end turning the rope. It was really hectic. Big adrenaline rush!

I remember playing endless games of badminton with the little girl next door. We used to play over the fence that bordered our gardens & we would be out there for hours!
She was a few years older than me & considerably more skilled at badminton, but I still enjoyed it & she was very patient as I failed to return most of her shots!

I lived in a village surrounded by countryside and near the sea, so spent most of my childhood in the great outdoors. I was thrilled to earn money from picking rosehips that were used for rosehip syrup. We'd take our harvests to the school hall to be weighed, and get paid for them. I must have first done this when I was about 6 years old!

Spurred on by this, I tried potato picking for a local farmer when I was around 7 or 8 - it was very well paid but back breaking. I only lasted one day.