I agree we are definitely pack creatures. I've gone a week totally alone when I lived in Maine but by the 7th day, I was packing my camping stuff and heading back to people. I'll admit the first 3-4 days it was incredible being one with nature, watching the chipmunks and the deer. I took my kayak out on the lake and took lots of pictures.
I feel like the perimeter with my sons all the time. Thankfully, we reside with our daughter so we do a lot together. Other than deviled eggs and a spiral ham we don't do much for Easter, the granddaughter is 12 and over the Easter bunny. She does enjoy having jelly beans and chocolate. We do generally go for a walk together which is usually at Red Rock Canyon, it's so pretty.
I think many of us harden our hearts after being betrayed, I know I did. It took a long time for me to trust Vic and to fall in love again. Sadly, there are times I'm still uneasy .
Well we’re talking about 1944 onwards. A time of war. In the UK rationing was in full swing. Everything was in short supply including toys unless they were hand made.
I can’t remember having many toys but when I was about six I had a doll and pram. The pram was a replica of a SilverCross, preferred by royalty for their babies.
I have no idea how my parents ever afforded to buy the pram or the doll even. The doll was about eighteen inches tall and when you laid her down she would make a sound as if she was saying Mamma. Of course this was not electronic but just a squeaker in her back. I wish I knew what happened to my doll, although she was certainly still around in my parents’ house long after I left home.
Mostly any other toy would have been a cricket bat and ball which were my big brothers’ pride and joy. My time would be spent playing cricket or football with them.
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