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Nicky knocky nine doors 🤣

Nicky knocky nine doors 🤣

We are a nation of finger tapping fiddlers right from us oldies down to our little tiddlers~if it isn’t a mobile phone we are playing with, it is a game console with two twiddlers..

What on earth has happened to those good old fashioned outdoor games? When I was just a youngun’ we had loads of them with our own given names.. There was Kerby when we threw a ball either side of our little lane, the goal was to bounce if off the kerb, but it used to race down our hill~Ha ha what a pain!!

Then there was that adult annoying, Nicky knocky nine doors~Teehee that was great harmless kiddies fun though you would often end up with you getting in the wars~Well you can bet your bottom dollar your Mother would always find out..and that was lethal back in my day coz she used to give you a good clout!!

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Greg Etsell

wonderful poem 
i know what you mean
whan i was kid we played 
out side intill it got dark
then we didnt want to go in
then after dinner every one 
would play board game 
with your family or friends
no cell phone or computeris 
in those days thay weere
great days 

 

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Jill Tait

Ay Greg I think we had the best and we were the lucky lot 😄

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