The book looks wonderful, and reminds me of all the childhood games we'd play: hopscotch, four square, stairs, blockout, and even games we invented ourselves - Doona, played in complete darkness, and a running game called Cheetah (I can't even remember the rules now, but someone was "It").
My sister and I and our two best girlfriends were very much the adventurers growing up in a small town in Western Australia, so I'm looking forward to reading the forts bit, as we were cubby maniacs in some acres of bushland by our house. The most memorable thing we did was ride our mountain bikes through tracks in the bush, and down a slope (which took some courage, it was a big slope) into the carpark of a medical centre, during closing hours of course. Most of the time we would all make it down the bottom intact and celebrate, but there would be times where someone would hit a rock halfway down, and they would slide to the bottom sans bike with gravel in the knees, bawling. We would all gather round and try to soothe and comfort as best we could until the howling stopped, so that no-one would come running, see what we were up to and tell us off.
My sister and I and our two best girlfriends were very much the adventurers growing up in a small town in Western Australia, so I'm looking forward to reading the forts bit, as we were cubby maniacs in some acres of bushland by our house. The most memorable thing we did was ride our mountain bikes through tracks in the bush, and down a slope (which took some courage, it was a big slope) into the carpark of a medical centre, during closing hours of course. Most of the time we would all make it down the bottom intact and celebrate, but there would be times where someone would hit a rock halfway down, and they would slide to the bottom sans bike with gravel in the knees, bawling. We would all gather round and try to soothe and comfort as best we could until the howling stopped, so that no-one would come running, see what we were up to and tell us off.