Been thinking about them years, early forties onwards, before some of our homes had electricity or other facilities come to that.
What did we do in the evenings (behave yourselves keep it clean
), I can remember the board games like Snakes & Ladders, Ludo, Draughts, Cards, Crayons & Painting books, Nought &Crosses, Hangman with pencil &paper and because we had gaslight the one which I can’t remember the name of, was making images on the wall with our hands this threw shadows on the wall that hopefully looked like animals. During the daytime we had our Football, Cricket, Alley Gobs, and Fag Cards, Yo-Yo’s, Conkers,Marbles, Penny up the Wall. Then we had our go-karts made out of wood with skate wheels or bike wheels, walk for miles to find a hill so you could ride down fast without pushing, for me Dunton Bridge. Making Scooters or Bikes out of pieces you found on the bomb sites. Can you remember the Spud Guns, Caps, which if I remember right we use to put in a little bomb and throw them so they would make a loud bang also Catapults, Bow & Arrows, dig up the putty in the square in Guinness’s Buildings to put on the end of my arrows OK girls I’ve not forgotten you, skipping and the tennis balls up the wall, Hopscotch, What’s the time Mr Wolfe, Simon Said and because I am old and not worried about my street-cred I played all of them, what a relief to get that off my chest after all these years.
Then you’re Dolls and Prams, no way I'm not that truthful. We boys had Cowboys & Indians, us Indians running around with one finger in our mouths whooping like hell and the so called cowboys going “bang- bang” you’re dead, and that’s when the arguments began.
Yes I’m smiling, such hard times but it was my (our) time, happy times, my (our) memories, no one can take that away from me (us)