Oh yeah! I have more...
Making forts out of sofa cusions.
Making my treehouse.
Making a den in the bottom of the set of bunkbeds with sheets hanging down from the underside of the top bunk.
Sleepovers where you drank coke and stayed up late watching silly films.
Throwing yourself down the hill at the castle.
Locking people in the wendy house and throwing mud pies at it and squirting it with the hosepipe until the inmates did whatever you told them too (the inmates were my younger brother and my mates younger sister), we made them kiss.
Eating so much sugar you couldn't sleep.
The super-de-duper vaccum cleaner and the weasley mobile and the aqualung that we made out of my Gran and Grandpa's junk and lots of masking tape when we went to visit them.
Putting.
Playing croquet.
Getting scared by Cabin Fever so making a Harry Potter jigsaw instead.
So many more that I will say when I remember them.
The world is just illusion always trying to change me.
You will find wonder wherever you can, and spread joy whenever you are able.
I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, divide within me. - Frankenstein.
Stone fights! Who had stone fights? Where you split into teams and hurl stones at each other. I still have scars. And a dint in my head.
Oh, yeah, we did this with stones, hard pieces of dirt, stones in hard pieces of dirt, oh and berries if we were at our Grandparents' house.
I remember my Brothers and I used to make forts and dens too, but we'd only stay in there for a limited time because it would get too hot, and we all thought we'd suffocate.
Another time my Brother bought a sling shot and we would shoot sweets and these hard glue ball thingies out of his bedroom window, and once we thought it was a brilliant idea to shoot pennies at a neighbour's window, while my Brother was reloading, (aha) we didn't see the guy come towards his window and stare right at us, I then continued to shoot while this man was still there. I didn't ****ing see him, he then came over and told our Mother and showed her the variety of items we used as ammo, aha.
Oh and we once tried to throw apples into another neighbour's open window, I was so determined to get one in, I didn't notice my Brother had ran off, I continued trying and it was only till I saw my neighbour staring at me was when I realised why my Brother had ran; I then proceeded to leg it.
And once in Spain, my Brother and I threw grapes at the locals of our balcony.
Oh, lol, I do miss those days.
We used to have a den, that we would make sure no one else stole!
I spent a lot of time in the summer holidays running home to tell my mum that my older brother had fallen out of a tree, gone over the handle bars of his bike or what ever else he'd done to injure himself during a dare!
We used to play knock down ginger a lot and get chased by the scary old man at the end of the street.
Also used to feel like the naughtiest kids in the world when we crossed the road after my mum had sternly said 'You can go any where you want on this side of the green and DON'T cross the road!'
The paths outside our houses were covered in drawings of Sonic
I also 'married' the boy 3 doors up and was completely heart broken when I found out he married my friend Robin....
I never had any real boundaries as a kid, in the sense that my parents never told me I couldn't go to X or passed Y. I was pretty much allowed to do what I wanted. Never got grounded either. My parents were obviously far too lenient.
We used to have tournaments that involved almost all the kids (of a range of ages) in the area. There would be bike races, kerby (other people played this, right?!), water pistol fights, football matches, rugby matches, rounders games, everything really.
I had to pay for my own phone calls, and considering I never got any pocket money (we had a spare change jar that I could pilfer), it wasn't easy.
I wanted a fringe. So, when my mum was asleep, I went downstairs to the bathroom and cut myself one. In the end, I didn't like how short it was. So, I cut that section of hair down to the roots, thinking, I guess, that would mean it would all go back to normal.
Obviously, it didn't. My mum freaked, then laughed and insisted on showing everyone. And I had to walk around with a bald spot at the front of my head until it grew back (and, unforunately for me, my hair grows really slowly). When I went into school, my teacher looked at me for a moment and said it was "very sixties" and "cool". It's funny when I look back on it.
Yep, that's the one! We seemed to take it quite seriously. Had different kerbs for different stages. Started off with the massive kerbs in one street, then onto the middle-heights in other streets and then the tiny kerbs for the final rounds. At least we moved about so weren't annoying one street for the whole summer.
Building Forts out of tables, chairs and blankets then refusing to come out.
Having a cerfew as strick as "Be home before the street lights turn on" then having to race them home.
Throwing my tantrum in the super market only to have my mother lie down on the floor and throw one herself. (Thank god eveyone thought she had a day out from the loopy home just down the road.)
Riding down the road as fast as we could to try and get our bikes to register on the sign telling you how fast you were going.
Being told that my mum was an alien at went to her spaceship at night so I wouldn't get into bed with her.Then waking up at 2am to find that my mother wasn't in bed and thinking the flashing lights outside my window were her spaceship lights.
Having a key to the school pool in summer.
Eating then getting straight into the pool without waiting 1/2 hour like a good child.
Going on holiday to my extended family, arriving, then promptly demanding that I be allowed to "Walk up" my Great uncle Terry. Good Times.
Taking a picture of someone with my fake camera while someone really took a picture of me.
Playing Gutter-Board.
Driving a 2 day trip in 1 day with my Mum and Nana.
The flying brick. (Little red Mini).
My mum painting the shed wall white and giving my brother and I test pots of paint to paint pictures on the walls with.
Ahhh, I think I miss my childhood.
From Nymph to Dragonfly, I know my place.
Call me Bee. =) Like it or Lump it.
‘Cause the passion and pain are gonna keep you alive someday
Aah, dial up internet. I remember those days. God they were so infuriating having to wait until someone got off the computer/phone so you could use the computer/phone. All hail wireless broadband!
Even as the stone of the fruit must break
that its heart may stand in the sun,
so must you know pain.
There are only two ways in which one can live their life. One is as though nothing is a miracle, the other is as though everything is.
Aah, dial up internet. I remember those days. God they were so infuriating having to wait until someone got off the computer/phone so you could use the computer/phone. All hail wireless broadband!
water fights.
making weapons out of meccanno or knex or cardboard and then having epic fights in the back garden until someone's broke.
playing 18 rated games like GTA 2 aged 7.
climbing trees all day.
discovering 'treasure' in the woods
hide and seek for hours
sardines - played this agin while drunk recently it was awesome we can fit 7 people in my friend's shower!!!
pretending you were the hero in your favourite tv series/ film/game/ cards
pokemon! and my shiny zapdos :)
LEGO!
ah being a kid wa smore fun sometimes i still be kid!!!
I have Creationary, which is essentially Pictionary but with Lego. It's great fun, and really quite tricky.
But as a child I had a whole town (Octan Town) with houses, a police station, fire station, garage, cafe, post office, everything really. Although none of the buildings were actually build with the bricks from their individual sets. They went in a drawer (easy storage!) and were used as and when.
I wanted a fringe. So, when my mum was asleep, I went downstairs to the bathroom and cut myself one.
I was the opposite, I HATED my fringe but mum wouldn't let me grow it out so when I got to school I used push it back with my headband. Then one day I forgot to put it back when Mum picked me up but she saw I looked fine without a fringe and let me grow it out, thank ****.
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Aah, dial up internet. I remember those days. God they were so infuriating having to wait until someone got off the computer/phone so you could use the computer/phone. All hail wireless broadband!
Btw does anyone remember playing Postman's knock? My friend and I were talking about this yesterday and we can't remember how it worked, we only got as far as the fact that there was a 'messenger' and something about asking questions and taking steps forward. It's driving me mad!
We were also reminicising about how exciting it was when we were allowed to eat our packed lunches on the school field when it was summer, having hand stand competitions, trying to remember our old (incredibly elaborate) secret hand shake, discussing the old 'K&J club' (our initials, we were creative children) which came with our own language which was basically just saying words backwards, when I had us both convinced at one stage that we were going to Hogwarts and could do magic, leaving wellies under a bush so we could run away...and it goes on.
'Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.'
['There is only one thing we say to death. Not today'.']
'We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.’ – Oscar Wilde
‘It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back.’ Sydney Carter
