I have many exciting memories from me and my friends, most of all though we loved playing in huts. We made huts in the swamp from the twigs; we made huts in our bedrooms from the pillows; we made huts in the trees and we made huts in the warm barn attic.
There we brought the small orange tin watering can, plastic chairs, grass and sand like a monkey swinging from one green vine to the other.
At times we played mums and dads, or we would pretend to be deserted children in a vast, colossal city but most of all we liked pretending to be magic and fight bad guys like in one of those Harry Potter movies.
We would play this until the others started shouting...
"We want to play animals"
"We don't!"
"We do!"
"We don't!"
Until someone would come at us like a bull and kick our shins. The tremendous pain would make us shut our mouths and go to my bedroom. There we would play with Lego until Elsa had to go home. Or sometimes when we were playing it would get too dark and our mums would need to get us down!
