I hardly had any toys as a child. But still had tons of fun. One was playing with mud. We had our own little shed made of coconut leaves and we would make mud cakes and have the best tea party.
Making mud cakes was the best part of the tea ceremony. It involves stealing a bucket without my grandma seeing it. Walking to the creek behind home and drawing water. Mixing water with the soil to get the mud. the mixing part was all trial and error. After we get the right consistency of mud, we would pack them in to coconut shells. then tilt the shells and voila perfect mud cake,,,
Sometimes we would collect smooth rocks from the creek and decorate our cake. We also had mud chocolate milk shake, to be drunk from coconut shells.
Each evening at the end of the tea party, mom would have a good exercise for her lungs, screaming and yelling and whacking us with the broom stick. Neighbours must hv had first class entertainment, watching mom chasing us across the fields with the broom stick and us looking like ET.. Still the pain of all the beatings will be forgotten the next day.
Yesterday my son asked me if he could play with mud outside ou house and i let him. 5 mints later he came in to the house and told me, mama my hands feel funny. We washed his hands and I found tht he had developed severe allergy.
My son is allergic to mud… I think i am raising a genetically altered homo sapien or the earth has been so polluted tht even the mud is not safe.