My little brother Mark has requested I join in this blog hop, and it's for a good cause so how could I refuse? He has shared some memories of his childhood (an event that I knew nothing of!) over at his blog here.
The purpose of the hop is to highlight the gulf in differences between some of our own childhoods and those of youngsters around the world who don’t even know the meaning of the word childhood, let alone share in any of the joys each one should include as a guaranteed minimum entitlement.
As part of the campaign, every £1 donated will be matched by DFID so there really is no better time to donate than today, and it’s easy peasy, just follow this link … Word Vision – Single Gifts
I too was lucky enough to have a wonderfully carefree childhood! Like Mark, I hope that I can provide my boys with the same love and security that I was so lucky to have. As is often the case, it's only through having my own children that I realise the effort my parents put in to making us feel loved and cherished.
|My Mum with us three!|
One of my favourite games as a child was 'the tasting game'. Basically you had to blindfold your younger gullible sibling, then feed them a surprise on a teaspoon...they had to guess what it was.
There were some basic rules - nothing from under the sink (!) and no marmite - Mark HATED it.
It was a simple but fun game that went something like this:
Mark fed me jam, I fed him marmite.
I chuckled, he cried, Mum told him not to play it again. He always did.
My boys like to play the same game - and it seems to pan out the same way (poor Kenzie)
Anyway - in the style of a blog hop I'm going to encourage anyone who wants to to join in and share a childhood memory....and on that note wish my little brother a very