Today, I will write about my playground memories.
I can’t complain regarding the set of toys that I had as all the necessities were kindly sponsored by parents. Though I didn’t have that many toys in nowadays standards, it was still sufficient. I had several dolls, some kitchen appliances, 2 soft toys, and cars. Surprisingly, I was more interested in cars rather than dolls. Somehow, cars were simply more fun.
Needless to say, playing indoors was rather boring, so the main action took place outside the house on the playground. The playground equipment was not new; on the opposite, metal parts was quite damaged. However, owning a couple of pots, sticks, sand, and on a lucky day water from the puddle, we easily were able to bake sand pies and even open a restaurant. More than that, we had payment currency, which were leafs from trees of a different value (I am so SORRY, dear trees 😥).
We also preferred some garbage – boxes, bottles – to the toys we had. This was not because we lacked the entertainment appliances provided by parents, the garbage was just more appealing. Plus, it was strictly forbidden by parents to play with garbage, which immediately added extra curiousity for randomly found items.
There were some crazy stories when children were chewing the gum they found on the street. There were even those who managed to imitate smoking with the cigarette leftovers. Luckily for my parents, I was never interesting in those.
We were outside a lot, playing hide-n-seak, сooking, building minihouses in summer and playing snowballs and building snowmen in winter. All in all, it was regular childhood. I don’t think we were any different from children in other countries. Our imagination compensated everything we were lacking. We were content. We didn’t really understand what our dear parents were through because they always took good care of us, smiled at us, hugged and loved us no matter what. ❤️
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