My favorite “toys” were found right outside my door — in the streets,
the dust, and the laughter of childhood friends.
These weren’t store-bought toys, but games made from tins, stones, rope,
and chalk — simple things brought to life by imagination and movement.
These games weren’t just play, they were everything. They taught
us timing, teamwork, balance, and boldness. They filled our days with
rhythm, connection, and joy.
And they weren’t only ours ,even our
parents played them when they were young. Passed down through
generations, these games brought life to the streets and shaped who we
became. This is my tribute to those beloved games — the real toys of my
childhood.
They weren’t just games — they were our memories in motion.