I couldn’t resist picking up a pack of these when we were at The Children Little Museum. Priced at $1, they didn’t feel like a rip-off and I figured it was a small price to pay for nostalgia. Five stones were a big part of my growing up years. They were a staple game during recess at school and I remember lazy afternoons playing with my mom. Most kids those days had homemade five stones. Except me. I think sewing genes don’t run in my family. My grandma attempted to make me some but filled them with too much rice, and it really felt like I was playing with stones. In the end, I did what I usually do. I bought some from the school bookshop – problem solved.
The Hubs and I attempted a game some days back. We foolishly thought that the game would now be a piece of cake. I mean, we now had much bigger hands, didn’t we? Turned out we fumbled even during the first stage. Admist howls of laughter, we finally managed to complete one game – with pretty sad scores. Oh well, important thing is, the game did bring back memories of much simpler times.