Since the only things I like to play with now are cosmetics, jewellery and gadgets (oh not THOSE kind of gadgets, people, come on), it’s hard to believe there was a time when I was happy to play with… er… buckets. But there’s photographic evidence to prove it.
Here I am on the beach, with a yellow bucket. I was, maybe, six or seven? And look, I’ve made a sandcastle (and not a very good one, either).
And here I am, a few years later, playing tents in the garden with my sister, who is pretending to be the Lone Ranger, and holding an orange bucket, which appears to hold some weird fascination for me. There’s not even any SAND in it for goodness’ sake.
(By the way, that fold up sun lounger would one day fold right up and crush my arm. I’ve hated them ever since).
*This is my entry for The Gallery and the theme this week is ‘play’.