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Skipping! We all used to take our skipping ropes into school and we played at every playtime & lunchtime.

Making mud pies in the garden and pretending that I was preparing dinner for my dolls. I'd end up filthy dirty with a trail of mud left behind but my parents never complained and as Dad was a chef I think they thought I was just attempting to copy him and let me get on with it.

Making daisy chains on a sunny day with my cousins on holiday.

I remember almost every girl in school playing skipping rope games and elastics.

Knocking on people's doors doing a survey for school ha ha.

I loved Skipping by myself or with friends , we skipped our way through many rhymes & Happy hours at Playtime at school, Standing on my head was a close second (that may explain a lot) & games like Jacks & Marbles

Climbing the trees in the garden and dad having to rescue me. I probably could have climbed down myself but it was a fun game watching dad get the ladder to rescue me.

Looking back at photos, I was very small. I doubt that any parent would allow such a game these days.

I grew up in a small village in a little cottage surrounded by farm fields. In the winter my brother would make some very scary sledges we would go off sledging in the fields going down quite a large hill as I remember it but going back now to visit the old house as an adult it turns out it was only a slope!
Come summer time those same sledges (if they survived the winter games) would have wheels added and turned into go-karts and again we would tackle the hill/slope. I know I couldn’t do it now it was terrifying.
We lived next to a canal so rafts would be made using old oil drums with planks tied on with rope!! many times I have fallen in that canal then we would have competitions to see who could get across the canal the quickest whilst paddling like mad.
The canal was used by barges and where so many of our rafts sank the barges would tilt up then down as if they were going up and down a hill! So many happy memories and how we survived was a miracle. ?

We were lucky, and had a lot of outdoor space we spent our time building dens and climbing trees and just playing outdoors that way we learned a lot about nature and the seasons.

Hopscotch, such an easy game to play...find yourself some paving slabs something flat you can throw then away you go, oops...forgot chalk to mark the slabs.

I used to love the game of SHOC. It was a card game with Spades, Hearts, Diamonds and Clubs and it was to do with the stock market and had Bulls and Bears. I was about 9/10 years old at the time. I believe the game was for adults but I so loved it. I don't know what happened to the game. It was very old when our family used to play it. Sadly, my parents don't remember it. Does anyone else remember it?

As a child growing up in the late 50s /early 60s the newly acquired television was a wonderful thing. ‘Robin Hood’, Ivanhoe’, ‘The Buccaneers’ all fired the imagination and were acted out in the streets where we lived but the favourite was ‘Wagon Train’. I was one of five children as was my best friend. Daily Major Adams (her big brother) would tell us to saddle up & hit the trail. So we did - on bikes, scooters, roller skates or home made trolleys, younger siblings were pushed along in prams (wagons). Throughout that summer when every day seemed to be hot & sunny the wagon train rolled along till we reached our destination (always the same) the garden of a big old house. There would be told to circle up. Word of this great game spread & after our midday meal we would emerge to ever growing lines of children patiently waiting to be told to hit the trail. Greater numbers made us bolder & soon we were crossing shopping streets with bemused drivers waiting for the last wagon to pass. Our circling up at the end of the trail became more ambitious too as children from a neighbouring estate became aware of our presence in the garden of the big house & attacked us with clods of earth so naturally we circled up inside a ring of babies in prams & gloriously routed our foes. I don’t know what the poor babies thought of it, hopefully they remember nothing of it but I do, I’m 72 now & I can honestly say that it was the best game & the best summer holiday.... Ever.

Playing scrabble with my dad. I loved it especially when we had a power cut and had to use candle light.

Fishing in rock pools.

I have wonderful Christmas memories playing Happy Families card games and dominos with my granny!

What time is it Mr Wolf, Hot Rice, and Statues

French Skipping in the playground. I must have spent hours tying countless elastic bands together. Good memories.

I have fond memories as a child, going to the local farm to collect the Christmas turkey with my parents where I grew up in the country side.

Monopoly.
All the family played and sometimes we carried on the same game for days.

Checkers was a favourite - being taught by my family and the feeling when I first beat my dad!

Used to play a mean game of ludo with my sister!

making flower displays from our grandparents garden

I loved playing outdoors, building dens and climbing trees and playing tag around the village

Scrabble

I have very fond memories of playing hopscotch in the street with all my friends who lived there. We also played in the fields opposite for hours and hours, only coming home for dinner and tea. We all looked after each other. How times have changed.