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toys you had when young
replied on: 7/2/2005 2:32:48 PM

Continuing the 'Whip and Top' debacle, which to me it always was.
A few kind hearted girls tried to show me the secret of the spinning top. First, you would wind the cord in the grooves of the top. The tops with the metal points at the bottom were the best. Next, you gave a deft flick of the wrist, the cord unwound rapidly and the top spun happily at your feet. But for me, the spinning top ALWAYS did one of three things. On release, it would either head, at the speed of sound, towards the nearest hedge bottom, where it would promptly disappear, ranging from either a few minutes, to for ever more. Secondly, it would spin happily to the edge of the kerb, then commit suicide by falling onto the iron grate beneath it, or.... putter to a yard away from where it was originally released, wiggle from side to side several times, then collapse on its side lifeless. A complete waste of energy. I personally found that the best way to instill sudden life into the inane piece of wood, was to give it a hefty kick, where upon, it would fly through the air gracefully towards walls, cars passing by, or even house windows. To know how to run swiftly was an asset.

As time past and the 'Whip and Top' fad was the rage again, as it was at times and seeing a spinning top, we would either put our foot on it and grin evily at its chargrained owner - especially if she was younger/smaller than us, or on approach to a 'Tomboy', take a running kick at the top and then roar with laughter as the enraged girl threw her tirade of insults and 'unusual' language at our retreating figures. Ahhh, great, happy times. They don't bash my 'Racoon' for nothing.
Azzabuv.
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