And what about Teddy? Still love mine, got him on my first Xmas from an uncle (now deceased). My dad put him out for the bin when I was living in Dublin for a few years….mom saw him on top of the bin and rescued him. Bless her! (would probs have murdered dad!) Teddy had to have a makeover in the Doll’s Hospital a few years ago (when it was still open), he got patched up and new eyes (other one’s fell off years ago).Bought him a babygro to keep him well. So I still have him and he will be 60 next Xmas.

We got hours of entertainment from playing that game where two people had elastics around their ankles and the person in the middle had to jump in and out of them ” England Ireland Scotland Wales, inside outside inside SCALES!”

I still get excited when i’m walkin home with a bag of refreshers

Tyre swings, getting someone to spin u around and around until the rope wraps around its self and then letting u go so u spin really fast! Ah use to love that. The rope snapped once in mid spin not so fun… But great memory’s :)

Your mother pressing deeply into your face, apparently cleaning it with spit and disintegrating tissue

To jump in a puddle!!!

I will gladly roll down hills or run really fast down one laughing knowing I will more than likely fall over! I also love swings!

i frikkin love dip dabs!!

Water fights with your friends in the summer time, get an almost empty lemonade bottle, poke holes in the cap and fill it with water, great water fights, also used to love catching bees in a jar lol

Curlywurlys. You left out Curlywurlys.

I was shit at kerbs, worse again at marbles and sliding downstairs in the sleeping bag was banned after we burst the zip so we used a bin liner and the carpet used to burn through it- but robbing an orchard, they herald some of the best memories.

Roald Dahl and DipDabs!!!!! Loved both when I was small. Danny, champion of the world.

I use to love catching bees in a jar.

Rope around a lamppost to make a swing.

Curbs

Love getting spun really fast on the playground roundabout and then trying to walk afterwards.(only do this when playground fairly empty).

Been a baby after bath time and your mama cuts your toenails with industrial size scissors

I was goin the say enough of this shit already…(grumpy arse stuck in with bould kids and no prospect of a drink) but then you saved it with sylvanians and Ronald Dahl. I’m off to bed to have a read of the BFG and a little cry over my sylvanian collection that my mother gave away…it will be a bittersweet venture down memory lane, especially thinking about my bear family and the grandad with the glasses and the little cakes that came with my bakery. How could she, I’m only 32. It’s all too much.

Teddybears Picnic always held such promise and magic

Good old commodore 64, the randomness of whether game would load or not, watching the tape counter and praying.. Unless you had cartridge, we could dream.. Many zipsticks thrown against the wall.. Don’t forget Magic Faraway Tree and Moonface!

Never to old to play subbuteo,

Wet the bed..ah no les…engage brain before mouth….before mouth.

Loved Malory Towers and the Twins at St Clares and all the Roald Dahl books. Oh and the cartoons!! He Man, Transformers, She Ra, Mr Benn, TMNT, the Fun Factory on sky on a Saturday morning was awesome :-)

Hiding.

Loved Malory towers!

I might get the wee man Lego so I can help him build it. I wonder if they still sell construction sets my wee man also would prob like one of these.

Out all day, no computers tvs dvds laptops ipads Ipods pcs wii’s playstations internet…….
we entertained OURSELVES!! Can u believe it??

Williard Price books.. Roger and Hal Hunt… Brilliant

Playing kick the can, and making a crappy ramp for your deadly bmx and thinking when you go up it, what a bad idea it was, good times!!

Dummies never get old, I had one when I was a boy, now I have one as a boss!

Slide down the stairs on a tray.

Got a Bosco cup as part of an Easter egg my mum broke it she always promised
To buy me an new one .Always promised to buy me one always gave her a guilt
Trip about 25 years late she was at a funeral and robbed it gave it to me for my 30
Birthday presents cried when she gave it to what a mother never broke her promise
She the best mother anyone could thanks mother

Yes to everything but the onesie, I hate them.

Remember having to wear one when I was 8 either the sleaves or the hood would drop into the loo or I might end up not getting out of it quick enough and pre myself and when I did manage to do it all right my top 3/4 would be freezing only my legs would be warm..

Go red when someone gives you a compliment or at least pretend to be a bit embarrassed

Long hot summers in Connemara catching unfortunate rock fish with barnacles and tiny hooks and then trying to make an aquarium with fresh water and saxa sea salt!! The aquarium never opened!!

Glad Doll’s Hospital is still open, thought they were operating online only. They had beautiful things in their shop…spinning tops, doll’s houses and furniture, jack in the box etc. Will seek it out when next in that end of town. Very nostalgic, lovely memories.

Pulling a stupid face never gets old.. and making a weird noise

Sliding down Killiney hill in the snow on a tray robbed from home:-))

Pretending to get shot and ‘dying’ on the sand dunes in Wexford. Sigh.

Getting into an open-ended rusty old barrel and having your pals roll you off the top of a hill in it oblivious to the fact that you ran the risk of splitting your head open on a rock en route to the bottom :-0

theres a hotel in Zakynthos called commodore & stayed there because it reminded me of Commodore 64.

Oi, Emer — it’s Commodore, not Commadore; it was always a war between Sinclair ZX Spectrums and Commodore 64s, not with the Amstrads — unless (of course) you only count the most affluent areas alone, where the the more expensive Amstrads CPCs were slightly more common.

The rest of us plebs had our Speccies and CBM 64s wired up to 12″ black and white tellies: the Commodore chickenheads (a term of endearment — look at the logo) with sprites and PEEKS and POKES; and Clive’s army with attribute clashes, BEEPs and dead flesh keyboards.

Ahhhh, happy days.

One is never to old to play in a box….

Watching TCC and playing with MASK and Transformers.

Denver the last dinosaur or gummi bears on a sat morning with an oversized bowl of sugarpuffs. Heaven!

And I don’t even have a onesie or a dip dab to cheer me up…I might go and slide on the floor in my socks or roll down a hill or something instead…or clean up 50 million jigsaw pieces off my floor and the weetabix off my walls…oh the humanity!!!!

amstrad cpc 464 . still have it and still works :) harrier attack and oh mummy …classics:)

Gettin a goonie i.e hangin on to back of the ice cream van as it drove away
Prob am to old for that now

Everything here.

Bomb Jack

Wanking

I wish The Journal would do more pieces on the Present & the Future and not reminisce so much about the past zzzzzzzzz