When I was a child, we’d sit and play with pine cones and twigs and… Nah; just kidding. (But we did occasionally play with pine cones – pelting each other with them – and sticks make excellent swords) Never mind what we played with, I think the crucial word here is the verb. We played. …
When I was a child, I was seriously angry at my parents for being something as boring as Swedish. Why couldn’t they be Norsemen, Turks, English, or joy of joys, Scottish? (Okay; so I had a major hang up on Robert Bruce from a very early age. Put it down to an enthusiastic history teacher.) …
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