Comments on: That elusive perfect rock

By: Jane Underwood

Jane Underwood — Mon, 27 Jul 2015 19:40:12 +0000

Thanks for this wonderful article. I grew up in Trail BC and played hopscotch on hot summer days just like the one we are having in Oakville ON today. I loved the game,could hardly wait to get started and hated when the street lights went on and we had to go home.

By: Bill Sweezey

Bill Sweezey — Wed, 18 Mar 2015 15:48:20 +0000

Sharon, you were always creative, independent and thought “outside the box”. This is a nostalgic piece with plenty of well-grounded images. No wonder I could never win when playing with my little niece!! Thanks for sharing.

By: Jane E Cameron

Jane E Cameron — Tue, 10 Mar 2015 23:40:16 +0000

I also loved this article. I also grew up in Nova Scotia and remember playing hopscotch as a child there but without rocks.

By: Marilyn Hanna

Marilyn Hanna — Sun, 08 Mar 2015 23:56:17 +0000

I love the article. It takes me back in time. One of the things I think about when I’m going back there in my mind is when we used to play with paper dolls. We would spend hours cutting out their clothes with the little tabs to hold the dresses on before we could get into the imaginary ritual of getting them ready for their day at school or whatever. Your house was at the top of our bed and mine would be at the bottom. Great memories. How could anyone possibly use their imagination any better with a truck.

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