The Dollar Store
I go about once every 4-5 years. I am not a fan, if you can't tell.
But I was on a mission to get Jacks to take to the kids in Ghana. I am really dating myself but aren't Jacks the gift that keeps on giving?
Remember Jacks? Anybody?
I have many fond memories of Jacks but they're kind of a throw-back so, after careful consultation with my Jacks-locator-friends, I determined I would have to go to the dollar store. It smelled like old cardboard and stale cigarettes and the owner/manager was kind of...slimy...but lo and behold!...there were rows and rows of Jacks...and plastic guns...and rubber lizards... and some stuff I really couldn't readily identify. But I digress.
After 45 minutes of Jacks, rubber ball and jump rope shopping, home we came with enough dollar store toys to make make a Ghanaian child wonder. Wonder :what the heck are Jacks? So I guess I'll also have to SHOW kids how to play Jacks which will be interesting because I completely lack the fine motor skills to effectively play this game and always have.
So...if you're wondering what I'm doing Saturday, I'm probably practicing Jacks. Yes, I bought my own set.
And if you're wondering what my so-called "fond memories" are if I couldn't really play, they are mostly memories of me hiding my cousin Mary's Jacks so we'd have to play something else.
Judy, I would have to agree with you. I loved playing jacks, but my hands have always been small, a disadvantage for playing jacks... I won't mention my lack of manual dexterity.
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