I began writing a blog post about the qualities I looked for in a man and half way through; I had gone off on a tangent. So I'll have to get back to that in another time and space.
I digressed so completely that now I have a totally new subject. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I grew up in the years when it was safe to roam the nearby rubber estates. There was a group of about 18 boys and girls. We used to play football, badminton and catch tadpoles. We played this game of one person chasing the others with a wet tennis ball. If you were hit, then it was your turn to chase and throw that tennis ball and although it was painful to be hit, everyone laughed and ran away to avoid being the next victim.
As I relate this story now, I wonder how many of the younger generation would understand that kind of simple joy. We didn't have videos, play stations, computer games or any of the high tech hand-held games that seem glued to the hands of children these days.
In those days, riding a bicycle was "the in thing". It meant your family had money and could afford one.
We played so many games that seem to be extinct now. I remember playing a game called "What is the time, Mr Wolf?" and today, talking with my colleague, she mentioned a game called "A E I O U". We burst into laughter because this was an era when these were all common games we grew up with.
Being in almost the same age group, we could remember those childhood games like "Hop Scotch" and "Skipping Rope". I can still hear our childish voices singing, "Blue bells, cockle shells, easy, ivy, over". As we sang, the rope was swung back and forth under our jumping feet, but not turned over. Only on the last word, "over," the rope was turned fully.
If there are any young people reading this, they would probably say "and...” expecting much more. They don’t know the simple pleasure of just jumping around with friends!
Another favourite was "Police and Thieves". We used to recite in Chinese what sounded to me like "Tim peng peng, yow peng peng, tim toh hoe yahn, hey cho peng"
Then there was also another game called 5 stones (usually 5 tiny pillows filled with rice, sand or saga seeds). This game needed much skill and dexterity to win. We could spend hours playing this. I suspect the kids of today would turn their noses up at all these things that my generation found so enjoyable.
When I tell my son or nieces and nephews about those days, I can sense their bewilderment at my excitement over those games.
To them, it’s a totally new and different world today. Nothing is exciting if it doesn't come with audio and visual aids.
For those of my generation, the rain was our toy and the outdoors was our playground.
Sadly, the young of today don't even know what they have lost.
(All pics from photobucket)