This is what you waited an extra 24 hours to see; a childhood memory:

What?  Not what you expected, maybe?  Does it evoke any memories from your childhood?

Since most of my known readers are of comparable age (give or take a decade or so), I know you played outside as a child in relatively unsupervised* play.  I know you may have roamed the neighborhood in a gang of neighborhood children before “gang” became a bad word.  I know you played what I consider childhood games of tag, hide and seek, hopscotch, jump rope**, kickball, Red Rover, and, what the image above represents, Kick the Can.

There were few required props for these games — a rope, a piece of chalk, a cheap rubber or plastic ball, or a two-pound (I think they were three-pound cans back then) coffee can scrounged from someone’s garbage can that week.  But we kids created hours of entertainment, many arguments, several fights, and lots of memories from those inexpensive props.  What are some of your childhood memories?

* So we thought, but somehow, parents always managed to find out when we’d done something wrong.

** I was terrible at jump rope.  I remember my mom tying a rope to one pillar in our basement and helping me practice jump rope so I could get better at it.  She stood on one end turning the rope and coaching me.  Thanks, Mom.  She tried to help me with jacks, too.  I had a tough time with the “girl’s” games.  Trucks, cars, Hot Wheels, Thingmaker — those games I could “get.”