As a child up to the age of about nine I went through the marble stage. Always with dirty knees and the toes of my shoes scuffed.
My uncle worked at the glass factory and gave me lots of marbles.So many, in fact, I had a kerosene tin full. My dad taught me the finer points of the game(my dad knew everything!) and when I went to play I took with me my leather marble bag with the red and yellow string tie and all my favourites, A Tom Bowler and about 30 others.
I loved the big Tom Bowlers and the rainbows and the lovely red blood alleys. I didn't mind losing a steely or a cat's eye in a game because I had lots of those.
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