Things That Bring Me Joy Thursday: Favourite Childhood Activities

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Good afternoon lovelies.

The sun is shining and it’s another marvellous day in the UK. This morning I had another wonderful catch-up with my mother and had another snack box from SnackSurprise arrive. I am so, so behind with all of my write-ups (I’m just bursting with so many other great ideas, you see? 😉 ) but I promise you they will get done soon. My notes are at eye level and I have my task master of a husband reminding me that they need doing, so I guarantee you that they will be dripfed in with all of my other creative ideas over the next few weeks and months!

Today, I’ve picked out 6 activities from my childhood that I don’t want to outgrow. Some of them I haven’t done in a long time, and others I still love to do!

Of course, if you want to share your own answers on your blog, please feel free, just be sure to tag this post in your writing and give the book a little mention. If you want your own paperback copy, 99 Things That Bring Me Joy is also available on Amazon.

5. Childhood Activities You Don’t Want To Outgrow

A child plays with droplets of rainwater.
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1. Playing With Water

Water, oh water, it’s so simple, isn’t it? When I was a little girl, I used to love losing myself by playing with water and truthfully, I still do. I can remember how I used to steal all of the caps off of my father’s shaving foam and deodorants so that I had lots of little cups to play with in the bathtub. They had to be slightly soft (helps to form a lip) and no internal rings either, ones with rings didn’t pour so well. I could lose myself for hours playing with the water. Although I can still lose myself in water now, I don’t let myself get quite so absorbed.

For me now, water is so versatile and I can find so many of my solutions in water. I can remember losing myself in water not so long ago and my mind started to think about the coronavirus pandemic. Hopeful, I was hopeful of a vaccine. I was frustrated by the ‘new normal’, a life that feels so different and restricted. I missed the life I had where we didn’t have to stay two metres apart or wait for things to be open. I missed my old life, and my imagination as I watched the water drip and ripple certainly reflected it. I was imagining, imagining myself delicately adding antibodies to an acceptable base solution, creating the vaccine that would free us all from our invisible cages. Surely creating vaccines can’t be that difficult, can it?

A swingset at the beach.
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2. Playing On The Swingset

Okay so sure, I haven’t played on a swingset since about 2016, but I still remember the heartache I felt when my Mum told me that I was too old for it, that it’s not what teenagers do. I longed for it, I pined after it, I craved the freedom and the feeling of the wind in my hair again. I remember the last time, it was at a bird sanctuary in Cornwall and Wolfie pushed me, I giggled and I felt completely care-free. I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought of me. I think we all should live that way.

Cookies and tools on a floury surface.
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3. Cooking (no surprises there!)

C’mon, who doesn’t love conjuring up a feast? For me, it all started with these marvellous little fruit cakes in my youth. I can fondly remember huddling into my grandmother’s kitchen with the yellow. black and blue floor tiles. There weren’t many blue tiles and I remember freaking out that the blue tiles were rare because they were dangerous and bad, but I digress. My grandmother used to have a magnificent set of traditional kitchen scales and I always used to marvel at how heavy the 4 pound weight was and how light the 1 ounce weight was. As I grew older, I made stained-glass ginger biscuits (which I will share with you nearer Christmas time!) and boozy Christmas cake with fancy fondant figures. In whatever I make now, I love to cook and learn and I love tasting and exploring the flavours that come as my reward!

A potter's wheel.
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4. Arts & Crafts

Another story for you, when I was young I used to attend “Saturday Club”. a youth club run on Saturday mornings on the grounds of what wound later become my secondary school. It was designed so that by the time we moved up, we would already be comfortable and familiar with the school grounds. Ages ranged from about 9-16 years old so if you weren’t done with the building during the week in your secondary years, you could attend on a Saturday, too! If I wasn’t in cookery class, I was always down for a double session of arts & crafts. I used to love papier mache and making costumes out of huge sheets of craft paper and felt-tip pens. As I got older, Airfix models were a thing and I can distinctively remember the Titanic model I had and the day that I slipped and dropped down the stairs, along with the harrowing cry that followed when it broke into two (hundred!) pieces upon landing. Cross-stitch was that I’something else that I’d very much love to try again, but I always got into a fight with not being able to follow the rows very well. Now, sewing is my new thing, in moderation when my wrist pain isn’t too bad.

Oh, and a bonus bit on Saturday club? It turned out that my very strict secondary school maths teacher could break-dance and my quiet and reserved Physical Education teacher could drive a bus, neither of these you would have ever known if you hadn’t attended Saturday Club!

Child blowing bubbles.
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5. Playing With Bubbles

Once I discovered touchable bubbles there really was no going back. I used to have a Welsh Border Collie in my teens, a daft old hound called Brecon, who would chase bubbles if you blew them. After Brecon, my last Jack Russell, Milo, got into them, and so too, slightly, did Hugo. For a long time I believed that the dogs really did enjoy the bubbles, but looking back, I’m pretty sure that the real bubble enthusiast was me. I loved the way they bobbed and danced on the air current, floating away and taking my troubles with them, When they were full of my troubles and they popped under their weight, so my troubles popped with them. The mind can be an amazing thing like that.

Woman led of leaves, daydreaming.
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6. Daydreaming

I wrote here about the many wonders of daydreaming and it’s something that I still love to do. If you’re gifted with a creative mind, use it to come up with answers to your problems. Be it a new room layout or an undiscovered gizmo, please, please explore your potential. So many people only stick to what they’ve been told and so few people explore what awaits them outside of that. Stop following trends for and use your own creativity. You never know what you might come up with!

Alright lovelies, that’s it from me for today. What activities do you still enjoy from your childhood? Why not share them in the comments?

Until next time!

Be Bold, Be Bright, Be Beautiful,

Helen xx

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