Games

It amazes me sometimes what kind of games my kids come up with. The other day I was going through my clothes getting rid of ones that I no longer wear or didn't fit anymore. I had put aside a few ties that I haven't work in ages and the goofball brothers discovered them.

They would each grab an end and swing each other around and then let go and fly across the room, hitting the floor with a thud. When they were bored with that, they made up their own version of "tug of war" where one would yank the other into an outstreached foot.

Later I decided to vaccume the livingroom. It always seems to be a big event for them. This time they would go around the house picking up bits of chip or paper and throwing the items in the path of the vaccume cleaner. And when it was successfully sucked up, they would raise their arms in the air and let out a cheer.

Sometimes they are very fun and interesting to watch. And, like all children are at times, very annoying also. I am sure that I was the same for my parents. Hopefully less annoying though.

When I was growing up, my father worked for a primary school district in their receiving department. He would bring home all sorts of books and A/V equipment (no longer worked). The stuff that didn't work, he would take out in his shed and fix or scrap for parts.

One time that stands out in my mind is when he brought home a box that contained a number of non-working cameras. He didn't intend to fix them thought. He gave them to me and my younger brother to play with. Boy was that something. We had all kinds of adventures with those cameras. We pretended they were all sorts of things.

We would always wait by the door for when my dad would come home because he usually had something for us. I remember another time he brought us some flat plastic cases with handles that were used to house a reels of audio tapes. We used them to house various "tools" and devices. For a long time we pretended we were paramedics from the 1970s tv show "Emergency". We had a lot of fun.

My kids are somewhat more dependant on actual toys than I think we were. One thing is I let them watch too much tv. Way too much. A lot of times it is too convienent to let them watch so that I can get things done while they are occupied. I know...bad father.

Ok. Enough walking down memory lane for now.