My Dad's handy in every way that counts! He's there when you need a hand, of course, but better, he knows how to solve problems and fix things to make them better. One of the things I remember he made for us kids was stilts. A long piece of wood, attach a foothold onto it, and voila! I remember how my sister and I would hop up on those things and stomp around the driveway. I look back and think wow! We had balance, a good core, strong limbs to be able to do that! And we weren't afraid of falling either!I also loved to jump rope. We had a long run with the double dutch jump rope. It wasn't always easy to find kids tall enough to turn the rope for me (I was one of the older kids on the block). Neighbor girls would come over and we'd double dutch for hours at a time, taking turns.
Another childhood fad I recall... knockers. The design was like the answer to a Zen riddle: two orbs attached by a common string. By holding the middle of the string and moving your hands in a constant up-and-down motion, kids caused the thick glass spheres to collide at the top and bottom. Aside from looking great (especially if the balls were speckled inside with glitter), the toy made a highly satisfying clacking noise that you controlled. Many a parent was driven to profanity by this hellish metronome, but that was only the start of the problems.
As you can probably guess, they had a short life, and ended up on the "dangerous toy" list.
What goes around, comes back again!

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