Last week when my friend brought along his wonderful daughters to our place, Other Half surprised me by bringing out a collection of little toys and things which I had long forgotten about, and, which if asked to put a wager on I would have said that they had been tossed long ago (and which I would have roundly and soundly lost, gambling never being a friend of mine). There was even one unopened bag of two retro toys (some kind of wooden propeller and a blow up ball) which I had bought at a nostalgia museum in Japan, and its being "made in china" was the indication of its inauthenticity yet was nonetheless a bundle of fun when we finally opened it.
A multi-colored ball which is blown up through a small hole, and then one can use it as in volleyball (no nets required). There is also something to the feel of the paper which is intriguing, akin to that of paper lanterns. After a little while, this inconspicuous little ball assumed its place as the best toy in an otherwise small medium collection.
What fun it is to uncover hidden things, and how lovely are the simple pleasures.
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| a ball of such fun |
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