1/ Sitting on the top step of the stairs and sliding or bumping down to the bottom on my bottom. Sounds painful but usually wasn't otherwise I guess I wouldn't have done it.
2/ Running up the stairs to my bedroom at night being chased by a pack of Red Indians (again don't ask).
3/ Playing cricket in the long drive at our house and smashing the ball across the road and into people's gardens opposite and one day hitting the ball into the back of a lorry - all of which was probably very dangerous as we then went across the road to try to find the ball. Goodness knows where the lorry ball ended up.
4/ On a similar theme hitting a tennis ball against the house wall and continually having to go into the neighbour's garden to retrieve it when I overhit. She was very understanding about it all.
5/ Devising my own Olympic games that somehow revolved around a large piece of wood and how long I could balance on it.
6/ Raiding the sweet jars in our shop for evening goodies (with my parents' permission of course).
7/ The old tin bath in the lounge. We had a bathroom but in the winter it got too cold and it was far better to bath in front of the fire. Still makes me shiver thinking about this.
8/ The frost on the windows in winter because we had no central heating.
9/ The standpoints on the road in the very cold winter of (I believe) 1963 because all the pipes at home were frozen.
10/ Coming home from visiting my grandmother on Wednesdays and feeling so tired on the bus that I had to drag myself off and found the 50 yard walk home very difficult.
11/ Taking well over an hour to get home from primary school despite the fact it was only a 10-minute walk away. We spent the time playing tag or marbles or conkers or any number of other made-up games. My parents never asked why it had taken me until 5 pm to get home. It was just a given because they knew I was having fun with my friends.
That's it for now but I'm sure I will wake up in the night again shortly with another load of memories dredged up from my subconscious.