Carpeta wrote:
I enjoyed looking at the marbles my family had when I was a kid. There was one really big one that I think was what's called a "shooter," and a variety of colors in the smaller ones, such as the clear ones with the bit of twisty color inside like blitzkrieg mentioned. I liked to name things, and I think I named the marbles once and acted out imaginative scenes with them, but I am not sure anymore. I definitely did names and elaborate imagined stories with a set of unique beads I had.
I loved the swishy ones!! ^
When I was seven I got invited to a birthday party for a boy named Kevin. My mother bought me a bag of marbles to give him. They came in a yellow vinyl pouch with a drawstring and I loved them so much I didn't want to give them away. I ended up being really rude to Kevin because I was jealous that he got my marbles ... (note the ellipsis ...)
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