A Pocket Full Of Rainbows
When a child plays I remember my games, we played kerbs with a ball, one would throw it and try and hit the kerb then it was your turn, you would both stand on opposite paths.
When a child plays I remember my games, we played red light when one person stands with their face to the wall, the others stand about 20 yards away, the person then says "1,2,3 red light", the others have to move closer each time, if the person turns around and sees you move, you are out of the game.
"Ten green bottles hanging on the wall
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall
And if one green bottle should accidently fall
There'll be nine green bottles hanging on the wall...."
When a child plays I remember my games, we played cricket during those long summer days, with chalk we drew the stumps on the wall with bails across the top, others in other streets just drew the stumps, I was good but not as good as Billy Walldock who smashed six after six, a six was if it went into someone's garden, we sometimes played "six and out", this meant you had to try and keep the rubber ball out of other peoples gardens.
When I was a child I remember my games, we played soldiers marching through the fields, I can see us now walking through fields of gold with a long piece of wooden fencing post, "arms at the ready" "halt" "fire" were words I remember when I was a child marching in line playing games and oh yes I remember them well.
When I was a child I remember my games, building castles of hay, bails stacked so high we jumped from the highest turret, feigning injury we laughed until the the cows came home.
I remember those days as if they were yesterday, I stand and I remember my youth and feel proud because we played and we marched into history. I am older yet not old and still sometimes feel like playing those games that I enjoyed so well in times long gone.
Do you remember, do you wonder, do you dare to play those games that kids no longer play, if so why don't we?
Are we brave, are we able, are we now lost in adulthood that keeps us from the simple things we once knew, for one moment in time, for one second of your life be free again and say "I am free to fly and sore through the sky and be me for just one day"
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