Saturday, September 25, 2010
Imagine my delight when I read this post on how to find a good conker and play the game to win. I grew up as a huge fan of Enid Blyton. In the autumn, the kids (Famous Five, Secret Seven, et al) always hunted for conkers and played the game.
Being on an Caribbean island I had no concept of what a conker was. A conch (pronounced conk), in the Bahamas, is a pink shell which makes a fabulous salad, stew, fritters, etc. So I was at a loss.
But now, many years later, I'm living in London and have noticed kids with their conkers and I can finally have a visual on it. It's a very popular afterschool game which can be fun or serious! I've noticed a few little ones crying as their conkers were conquered. Ah well, the agony of defeat 'n' all.
This might seem small, but it made me smile from ear to ear. My kids will play this game that I often envied and wanted to play. Poor me, I had to make do with the beach, the sun and the sea. The grass is always greener, I guess.