A wise woman (I am sure it was a woman) once said, "If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older". As I keep taking trips down memory lane (without intentionally being on a quest for eternal youth), Kelly got me thinking of games we used to play when we were young. She comes visiting every Sunday on her scooter and I clearly remember the red Triang scooter that I had as a child. Kelly's is state of the art, fold-up aluminium one but it does the same job. You could still buy one like this one for about 70 pounds on e-Bay.
I am the one who thought (until I was about 10) that a handbag was a hambag and Dalene still calls potatoes, betatoes (don't argue Dalene - see little quip below before accusing me of making up stories about you when you were little).
Anyone for "Goomie"? Why was it called "Goomie"? Not even sure if I am saying it or spelling it correctly. So for those of you who don't remember Goomie here is something you:-
How many hours were spent during break time sitting on the cold concrete in the quad at Rosebank Junior School playing Jacks. If anyone still has a set and would like to take me on, I am ready, anytime.
This was more the way I recall playing the game
I remember bruised knuckles trying to get the timing right. My grandfather used to throw us out of our flat to play outside because he did not like noise they made.
Trolls. We used to be pretty cruel and stick our pencils up their rear ends for decoration.
Silly Putty - Do you remember the smell of it?
Marbles, yo-yo's and hula-hoops have never really lots their appeal and the Smurfs are back. Somethings never change.