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Like when two gas masks made goalposts. Or we used to spin round and round till we fell over (or died laughing.)

Happy days

"Those people who know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."

We used to make a tent out of a clothes horse and a sheet and have a great time playing in it. Used a bent tree trunk as a galloping horse.

We used to pack mud into empty shoe polish tins, batter them a bit, and play Hopscotch.....

when we played in ditches in our wellies that got stuck in the mud and stank and it took at least half a dozen of your mates to get it out coz if you went home without it !!!!

and when coppers wore high hats!

Buying a packet of five Weights for 9d (about 4p) and a penny book of matches, and choking nearly to death with my first puff in the cinema.

Wading in a mucky stream and coming out with legs covered in leeches.

Tec.

We had my friends dads shed as our ranch, One day we decided to decorate it and found a tin of red gloss paint. We painted the bench the doors and even my friends sledge which was our pretend bed. We also painted our clothes and shoes (by accident) and by were we in bother. We also had the supports her dad used to put his woodwork on I think they were called tressels, these were our horses. About 4 years ago I went to stay with my friend who was living in Spain. She had sold her house out there and at this time was looking for another property in a differant area of Spain. Well my holiday was up a mountain in a two berth caravan with 3 dogs 1 cat and my friend. It was just like being in the ranch again and the 60 years just fell away. Elaine.

Some really nice stufff from an obvious bunch of ex hooligans. Many thanks for your interesting replies.

best wishes Happy days

My elder brothers making a go- cart - and letting me have first go!!

...it was only years later, I realised I had 'first go' to see if the thing fell apart, or whether the brakes worked!!!!

Colin - who liked to lock me and my friend Elaine in his dads shed - strange boy.
Gosh, didn't he squeal and cry when Elaine and I locked HIM in the shed - and went home!!

Whilst at church, Elaine and I used to see how many 'Imps' we could put in our mouths and still sing.

We also wondered about the vicar's son - who had a monobrow.......

As I said. All ex hooligans. Thanks Maggie, all good stuff - some of it rings bells.

Happy days

The seasons, - season for new ropes and skipping, season for hopscotch, season for playing 3 or even 4 ball against the walls, season when girls were invited to play cricket and always got the boring bits like fielding - never ever allowed to bat or bowl!

Buying, collecting and swopping 'scraps'.

My first kiss, at ten years old, with a boy called Seamus. To cover up his embarrassment all he could say was....'you have big feet'...I was devastated! lol BC XX

Chris in Wessex, I did that as a child. The buying,collecting and swapping of 'scraps'. I always thought it was a Scottish/Northern England thing.
Julia in Derbyshire

Julia - I am a northern lass married to a Hampshire Hog!!!!!

Hi fellow Hooligans and Harry :O)

Now does anyone remember doing this at school playtime? (sorry it's a bit long winded to explain i'm afraid lol )...............We each took a large reading book,and between each page we'd put different scraps or pressed flowers,coloured silver paper, cut out poems or film stars pics. well anything really that we thought was interesting!
We put pins behind our jacket lapel and then asked a pal to take one and stick it into the pages, they then kept their 'precious find'.
I might add this was about 1951,but haven't met anyone who played this game. We thought this was great fun....but then I think we were easily pleased lol

Mau xx

Hello Chris, although I am Derbyshire born, I lived my childhood in Scotland. When I have mentioned 'scraps' to people, many have not heard of them LOL
Julia in Derbyshire

That surprises me - they used to sell big sheets of them or tear off how many you could afford with your 6d! The Victorians were heavily into scrap books - always being sold on various antique shows.

There was the game - Fortune telling - folded paper into different compartments, write a fortune on them and Bob's your uncle!

The talk of garden sheds reminded me of the summer holidays of 1950.
Being bored and playing in the back garden, myself and three friends decided to catch as many cats as we could from the neighbourhood and put them in my fathers shed where he kept his bike that he used for work.
Throughout the afternoon we collected 18 cats of all types and colours, and popped them gently through the window of the shed. The noise emanating from the shed was incredible.
My father returning from work opened the shed door to put his bike away, and was nearly knocked over as the 18 captive cats came screaming out and ran off in all directions for home.
For my trouble I was sent to bed without my tea, but soon after could hear my father roaring with laughter downstairs.
The shed smelt of cats for weeks - evil little boys.

Tec.

Magical stuff there folks/hooligan Tecwyn. Speaking of marbles , we used to play in the enries at the side of the house. We also played Fag cards (spares from the sets) and threw them on the ground. When someone overlapped one they kept the lot.

Best wishes Happy days

Collecting the shrapnel from anti-aircraft shells from the local streets and fields and selling it to the rag and bone man for a few pennies.

Never had success with top. Gave up in the end.