From the past

Recently I visited my pal and her one yr old son. She was complaining to me that he doesnt like playing with the toys but instead loves cups spoons and other such stuff. Oddly always cries for toys in the supermarket.
It made me think back to when I was a kid always begging for toys.
My dad like any other red blooded kenyan man had the same answer always "I don have money!" Any nagging after that would be subdued with threats of a kiboko.
So, my like-parented friends and i had to be innovative.
Tyres were the in thing! we could push them all day.
when that went out, in came bano (marbles) but that needed money money which we made by selling of "old junk" to those mari ko mari guys ama even gazetis(newspapers to the local butchery) Of course our enterprenual hides were thoroughly whipped when the folks foun out.
Next came those milk carton and wire cars(that i am ashamed to admit I cant make anymore) but of course we had to dissassemble a few hangars so as to get our "cars". Again our hides were whooped. (By now the folks were getting really good at it)
Then ther was fishing. Imagine our stupidity in trying to catch "fish" (tadpoles.but did we know?) from a pond that was formed by two weeks rain at a construction site. We then took the fish home in our "fishbowls" (toss tins) and hide them under the bed. Of course the fish would die coz 1st they werent fish in they1st place and our mums radar could sense the prescence of vermin her home. and the ass whopping went on.
The funny thing is that this would happen every holiday and be repeated till............
I've just realised. I have no idea when I grew up
...... truly time does fly......