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‘Sixties’ kids pass times ❤️

‘Sixties’ kids pass times ❤️

I adored old tins of random buttons
Whilst I loved clip-clopping in Mam’s high heel shoes

I can remember pretending to be a tv broadcaster
With my effort at reading the news

I recall visiting an old lady
With my Mam & Dad for a coffee
I used to put curlers in this woman’s hair
It’s amusing what kept me happy

My friend & I played with an old typewriter
It was ancient with a dial that turned
Tho I always wanted a one with keys that pressed, Oh how I yearned

I often played with two tennis balls
I’d play a game against our house wall
Bouncing them off & on it as ‘Knees up Mother Brown’ chant, I’d call

Another great annual game was collecting conkers from the trees
In Autumn time each year,
Kids would have contests with lots of these

Tying conkers on a string & using them to whack each others
They would break & smash an ornament
We’d get into trouble off our Mothers

What about french skippy ?
Hundreds of tied elastic bands
We’d jump on them, singing songs, not touching bands with our hands

All these favourite ‘sixties’ things
To help us kids pass the long day
I’ll never forget these wonderful games that my friends & I used to play
 

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Jill Tait

Thank you so much for your kind comments much appreciated :)

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