Di.Poppitt
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
In the days when paries were jelly and blancmange, no goody bag at the end, and when Adam was still a lad we had great birthdays.
Blind mans buff, musical chairs, a game of happy families, pass the parcel.
One game we played we called aeroplanes, the children left the room and the adults stayed, then we were allowed in one at a time wearing a blindfold. We were lifted in the air with a sort of toss, and told to shout when we felt our head hit the ceiling. Unknown to us one of the men stood with a tray a foot above our heads. There was a lot of squaling with that one, and it took us years to find out what had happened.
Blind mans buff, musical chairs, a game of happy families, pass the parcel.
One game we played we called aeroplanes, the children left the room and the adults stayed, then we were allowed in one at a time wearing a blindfold. We were lifted in the air with a sort of toss, and told to shout when we felt our head hit the ceiling. Unknown to us one of the men stood with a tray a foot above our heads. There was a lot of squaling with that one, and it took us years to find out what had happened.