I was lucky enough to spend time with my grandchildren in Ireland a couple of years ago. What can we do today?
What games are they? The dreaded alternative today; how to make your own fun, the way children used to do. But they don’t really know how to tackle this little problem properly.
And we need to be outside, that’s the best place to play, in the sunshine. Well come on! Sunshine is limited in Ireland, but the sun shone especially for us that day. We spent the morning on their large front lawn.
We played games that I had played as a child. No props needed. ‘Oranges and lemons’, ‘French and Engish,’ Wolf wolf what’s the time.’ And ‘I wrote a letter to my love.’ Mostly running games; yes I know, that’s why I was silly!
Games my daughter had forgotten all about too; she joined in to make up numbers.
Hey man, we were really going for it, hopscotch came to mind; and we would have done skipping too, a special favourite of mine, if there was a rope!
My bones are getting old, but those games never will!