Thursday, September 18, 2008
Her majesty the Queen of Marbles
"So what are they?" he asked, looking at me as if I had gone mad. What could I possibly be offering that would take his mind away from the Playstation or the latest violence infested DVD?
"A game from the ancient times, a game of stealth and cunning, order out of chaos and look, no electricity needed."
"Didn't you have a TV?" he asked after I had peeled him away from the modern world with a box of small spears.
I resisted the urge to smack him across the head (illegal and not very pleasant) and proceeded to show him my rusty skills with a box of Spillikins.
An hour later we were still playing and he was beating me. We moved on to marbles...
and then to a game of Jacks where I found I still reigned supreme in the playground!
For two hours I had painfully extracted an eight-year-old from the confines of modern entertainment - I was feeling a bit smug and pleased that I still had mastery over some the games from my childhood.
When did we stop playing all these wonderful games and where did we get the idea that the isolated modern games that kids play are good for them?
Tomorrow he wants to learn Chinese Chequers. I think I shall be staying up all night to practice.