Figured I lost my marbles when I turned 83 a few years ago. My friends and I just laugh it off. Now we just say "you know what I mean" and go on talking. Ah...old age in not for the feint of heart.
I remember shooting marbles in the school parking lot with the boys. The nuns got really upset about a girl shooting marbles! Oh well I still played and had fun. Thanks for the memory!
I remember how exciting it was to win marbles, I played with my cousins, and I also remember how the cuticle behind my finger would get sore from shooting them, but we loved that game, how wonderful to think back on those days!