Today I have been washing up my old lego and duplo – we collected it from my parents’ attic and are getting it ready for when our son is old enough to play with it. We’re still some way off that time, but it is exciting to think of him playing with the toys I had, and it was fun to think back on the good times my sisters and I had with them.
But as I cleaned them, I also had a more sombre thought – I suspect my parents didn’t realise that the last time we packed away those toys was indeed the last time. Continue reading “For the last time?”