An outdoor play is in danger of eroding with children spending less time than ever playing on the street
in favour of sitting in front of computers and the TV. Here we felt a pang of sadness. After all, who didn't love running at breakneck speed to escape the one on it or scrambling up the nearest tree for that perfect hiding spot? We decided to list our favourite childhood games - many of which we wish we could still indulge in...
in favour of sitting in front of computers and the TV. Here we felt a pang of sadness. After all, who didn't love running at breakneck speed to escape the one on it or scrambling up the nearest tree for that perfect hiding spot? We decided to list our favourite childhood games - many of which we wish we could still indulge in...
CANKERS
The beauty of this is in simplicity . Choose your conker, thread it, then go forth and conquer (excuse the pum) in the playground.
What could be more satisfying? And its organic too.
CHAIN TAG
Like solo tag, but without the isolation anxiety.
Once you get tagged by someone who's "it" you're part of the chain and get to chase everyone else around until there's one left in the corner. Genius, if admittedly a formula for scrapped knees.
Like solo tag, but without the isolation anxiety.
Once you get tagged by someone who's "it" you're part of the chain and get to chase everyone else around until there's one left in the corner. Genius, if admittedly a formula for scrapped knees.
"Ready or not, here I come..."
How is it that those words still leave us
with an almost atavistic tendency to dive underneath the nearest desk in
paroxysms of fear and delight? A king among childhood games.
This tricky game of looping string together
in a prescribed way requires precision and lots of patience. Repetitive but
somehow addictive, it finds its charm in getting the sequence right - then
doing it again and again. We lost hours to this game back when we were young.
Folklore finds the origins of this rhyme
from disease and need to ward it off. Nowadays, it only keeps very small
children entertained and the crux of it is the falling down bit, which you do
as loudly and boisterously as possible.
No matter how unlikely (given the existence
of gravity, and all), we always convinced ourselves that we could easily carry
our older brother to the lamppost down the street. And, somehow, we always just
about managed it.
by, Aimi






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