The problem is I have the collector gene. I can look back through our family and see a distinct pattern down the generations. I have boxes of little items I have stored away and I forget what's in many of them. I even have a collection of boxes to keep them in. Only the other day I found a box full of little bits from my childhood. Something that caught my eye was a collection of badges I had. Every badge was a memory and I can remember wearing them.
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| 1960s And 1970s Badges |
One of my favourites from when I was very small was the Tingha And Tucker Club. I must have been four or five but I loved the old black and white TV programme with Auntie Jean. There was even a secret sign for members. Well I suppose it wasn't that secret as they did it at the beginning of the programme every week.
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| The Tingha And Tucker Club Badge |
The other badge that brought back lovely memories was my I-Spy badge, and just to prove I never throw anything out I found my whole I-Spy pack. Incredibly I am still a member, it says on my card "Life Membership"! I remember so clearly I used to set off at ten years old with my sister and the two boys who lived next door, on our bikes. We would set our bike mileometers before we left and to cover eight miles in a day was normal. We took our I-Spy packs with us and spent the days trying to build up our points by finding items in the books. The writing in them is all messy from trying to fill them in leaning on each others backs. Oh happy days. We were never bored. I feel so sorry for today's children, they may have high tech gadgets and computers but they don't have those days of freedom with your I-Spy pack in your saddle bag!
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