General Chat

scrumping in Mr Watsons back garden, he had the most brilliant pear trees, he used to come out and chase us off with his walking stick, remember my brother falling down the tree once, in a mad rush to get away,
that put paid to our scrumping, he had to have a load of stitches, so we had to tell what we had been up too !!!!

Mr Watson said to me a few years later, " if youd have knocked the door and asked, id have let you in the garden to get them "
scrumping was more fun though wasnt it

xxLynnxx

I had a friend who although the same age was about half my size..........we used to swap bikes fo a laugh.
I looked like a clown on hers , with knees hitting the handle bars and she had to stand on my pedels as she was to tiny to sit and peddle.

Amanda xx

lol Lynn, which school did she go to we had a girl at our infants who was forever showing her knickers to the boys

I had a best friend called Dawn, she was alovely girl, an only, much adored child, she had a brand new bike, but was so lovely she let me use hers and she rode around on my old rust bucket,

true friendship that was

xxLynnxx

no but i remember sitting on the grass having a paddy, because my big sis wouldnt give me my half hour on the bike, we had half hour turns,
I told her i was gonna tell dad, id seen her tossing up and showing her knickers, to the boys, !!!

soon got the bike then i did lol

xxLynnxx

Oh Lynn, I was green with envy when our better off neighbours bought their son (my best friend) a bike and all I had was my older brothers hand me down scooter and how pleased I was when Martin fell off the bike and broke his arm...What a charming child I must have been!

daisy chains, and looking for birds nests,

didnt the days just seem to go on forever

sighhhhh

xxLynnxx

Did you all try getting on it together Lynn ?.........lol

bikes with the bit in the middle so they fold someone undid mine and it started folding up .lol

i had to share my bike with my 2 sisters, lol it was an old rust bucket, the seat was wrecked and brown taped up, no brakes, punctured tyre,
but god, i loved that bike lol

used to fight my sisters for it

xxLynnxx

French skipping thats the one
and your right, painful at times lol
xxLynnxx

I gave my bike away once because it had dog poo on the peddle..........lol ....Dad made me go and get it back............lol

I remember walks in the woods at Bluebell and Primrose times.........such beauty.

Amanda

Cap guns
playing on the 'bomb peg' actually derilect houses being cleared for re-development
Scooters for us whose parents couldn't afford bikes
Playing out from early morning till dusk with not a care in the world
oh yes and the occasional good hiding for going too far from home and worrying mom to death

French skipping Lynne alright with knicker elastic but painful if with elastic bands(pulls the hair on your legs)

Blackberry picking lol

i got some right good hidings for coming home with blackberry juice stains on my clothes,

hopscotch, and the game with elastic, cant remember what it was called

xxLynnxx

What a lovely thread.

One year the shout went up that a local pond was being filled in by builders.A gang of us kids went armed with buckets and saddle bags on bikes to save the frogs..........silly really as there was nowhere for them to live but we couldn't stand by and see them buried alive.

Summer days chatting over yogurt pot phones.
And dens on waste land..........happy times.

Amanda xx

oh yes, remember the rose petal perfume well !!!!

and ladybird hunting too, and looking under windowsills for chrysalises

if we could scrape together the money for a ride on the rowing boats in the park we were in our element, i think it was 6d an hour !!!!

xxLynnxx

"47 "year of the big snow we made counters and shops out of compacted snow I remember with little shelves underneath, picking wild mushrooms and nuts off the trees,wading small streams to pick marigolds,got a smack when our clothes got wet,
cousin showed me how to tickle trout he did it every time but I remember doing it just once scared me to bits when it jumped onto the bank,

We used to keep woolley bears (those furry catepillars) in jam jars and feed them grass...no wonder they didn't survive long we also made mum scent by putting rose petals in a jam jar with tap water and shaking it up....poor mum must have smelt like a drain when she induldged me and popped a dash on her wrists and then there were Dad's roses that got scalped for my efforts

catching slow worms and knanakas ( the thingys with the balls)whats the time Mr wolf ,Rotten egg and British balldog.and the man up the road who always puntured my brothers ball,