I love fun that doesn’t cost any money!
I have some wonderful memories of when I was a little girl, chasing boys in our neighbourhood. I was pretty fast – I had to be because there was this unspoken rule that if the boys caught the girls, they would pull up their dresses. I figured it was only fair that if I caught the boys, I could pull down their pants. This thinking got me in trouble a few times during school recesses but I lived in an equal opportunity neighbourhood where “all’s fair in love and war” so, over time, I became a fast runner and a force to be reckoned with.
But it wasn’t just about chasing boys. I enjoyed playing Hide and Seek, Team Tag and Seven Up with a ball against the wall – you know, the simple stuff. My friends and I would take off for hours and my mom had no idea where I was – she didn’t worry about it either. One minute I would be in the Weinberg’s back yard, rocking back and forth on the chair swing, (remember those double seated “cages” that you sat in?) playing “Boat On the Ocean.” A few minutes later, I would be in our basement, playing school where I quickly claimed my right to be the teacher by wearing a towel on my head, feigning long hair. When my cousin got bored because I always made her the student, the two of us would head out onto the driveway and play Hop Scotch. I remember my lucky number was six and I threw the same chain marker for years. Eventually, I would get hungry so I would run inside for a quick sandwich and then, I was off again. This time, my friends and I would head down under Highway 401 and swing across the Don River on the Tarzan Swing. We would stay there until the street lights came on – the sign for us to go home.
These were good times… and they didn’t cost a cent.
So, it was only natural that a couple of weekends ago, when our friends came over with their kids, I came up with the cool idea to slide down the stairs on an old mattress. This activity kept the boys busy for a long time.
These are the times when good friendships and good memories are made.
Truth be known, Phoenie (my grandson) and I have taken a few good mattress rides down our stairs. The next challenge is to open the front door and see if we can slide right onto the front porch!