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Playing tennis on my own against the wall of the house. I used to do that for hours. It must have driven my parents up the wall, but they never said so!

Going out with my Dad with the Metal Detector and bottle collecting we would strange things

building dens with my friends

I loved my space hopper. It became in my imagination, my much wanted pony. It was a blue one, and I loved it.

bouncing around on my orange spacehopper, or riding my bike to my nans house

I loved playing on the beach and swimming in the sea!

taking petals from the roses and putting in a jar with water to make potions--and scent!! I don't believe it ever smelt very wonderful but it was good fun!

Toy Sweet Shop

Just realised it is outdoor activity. In which case, it was getting my mum's wooden clothes airer and old blankets and making a tent outdoors.

I loved to read so a visit to the library was a real treat for me.

Steam trains,we love to spend Saturday,recording train numbers

Making dens around large trees in a nearby field. Our 'houses' or dens were made around the bottoms of the trunks where we swept clean and created little 'rooms' marked out with sticks and stones.

Playing on the swings including hanging upside down from the top bar.

Does sitting under a tree with a book count as outdoor activity?

It has to be Hide and seek for me. Our house backed on to a large park, we would go through the fence and meet up with all the other children that lived around the park. Some days there would be as many as 12-15 kids and of all ages. We always knew when it was time to go home, you would hear your Mum calling your name over the fence and she always knew we were safe in the park. Great times.

I used to do French Knitting. Yards and yards of it which I made into scarves, slippers and all manner of useless items but it just fascinated me.

Making “soup.” We used to collect flower heads, grass, twigs, stones, snail shells, put them in an old saucepan, add water, seeds, soil and anything else we found, and stir it and put the saucepan on a “gas ring” made from stones. Then we would feed this mixture to our dolls and soft toys. I remember putting the saucepan in the shed, then forgetting about it, and my father discovering the slimy, decaying mess days later. Curiously, my own children made garden soup too. I used to find it brewing nicely in their wardrobe.

Skipping & hopscotch - used to spend all our time outdoors but never allowed to cross any roads.

Riding my bike with a skipping rope tied on the handles, pretending it was a horse!

I loved popping the tar bubbles between the cobbles-we played for hours happily doing this.

Going crabbing down the beach...we could spend hours searching among the rocks!

Building dams with friends in the river in a field opposite my childhood home.

My often now foggy memory clearly remembers a time when I played in the spinney next door with my friend whose home also backed onto the small wooded area. We played a fantasy game of everyday life using only materials found in the woods, twigs for construction, stones for mosaic designs and signs, mud for making vessels, grasses for plaiting, flowers for perfume and decoration. Also it was a hideaway from our brothers, a sanctuary and although it was our through route to each other’s houses our parents never came that way. We were truly lucky children to have our own fantasy world. It was a sad time when the plot came up for sale and became someone’s back garden.

Playing school with my friends in my dad's garden shed

Going scrumping and blackberry picking with my sister