I watched a lot of kids TV, with my kids. It was better than most adult progs at the time.
My childhood was spent listening to Dick Barton Special Agent, Sparky’s Magic Piano, Uncle Mac & Children’s Hour.
Forgot Mrs. Dales Diary & The Archers.
I loved Bill & Ben, Lenny the Lion et al.
Remember being with my Grandma, listening to Mrs Dale on the radio, and sitting down to watch the showjumping, Harvey Smith and all. Years later we took our horse to compete at David Broome’s place.
Etch a sketch and spirograph - they were great as well as that really fab game where you pressed the plastic thing with dice in -frustration! It’s still on sale today.
I also loved Operation. One of my best friends, an only child, had all the games as well as all the Sindy dolls and accessories including the house and car. I used to love going to her house.
I started playing guitar when I was 13. All you needed then was, well, a guitar. An acoustic one. By the time I was 16 my guitar was a solid hunk of wood with strings and I plugged it into an amplifier. Now you are nobody unless you have every effect and electronic device plus a computer to plug it into. Unless you play live and then you have a roadie/ engineer to take care of that. I started surfing when I was 11. I was called a “grommet” The board I used (not mine) was twice as big as me and almost as heavy. Today the grommets ride pop sticks.
When I was very young I used to occasionally go to my grans to watch Andy Pandy, Bill and Ben and Hank the Cowboy, later my favourite was Journey into Space on the wireless Children’s Hour.
I loved my roller skates and one of the happiest days was when I received a pair of Jaco Skates with rubber wheels, so much better than the steel wheeled affairs I had before.
“Journey into Space” is good.I still listen to it now.My biggest shock was the BBC replacing “Dick Barton Special Agent” with some farming properganda the government wanted to push AKA "The Archers."From that young age I began to realize that it was not safe to trust any of the media.
I miss my Chopper.
Sitting here chuckling at the ‘falling poster’. Yes, that was truly scary.
Making dens. Exploring air raid shelters and the little wartime buildings on the periphery of the local aerodrome. Being out all day and our parents neither knowing nor worrying where we were.
Fishing for Sticklebacks in the local Beck, looking for Newts in a Dew Pond, climbing trees, making and guarding the communal bonfire in November, a bunch of us cadging a ride down the street in the lemonade lorry.
Watching the Field Gun Race on TV during the Royal Tournament as well as Watch with Mother, Rag, Tag, and Bobtail, Space Patrol, Doctor Who with William Hartnell.
Winters so hard that washing froze on the line. Summer holidays that went on and on.
I had a very happy childhood.
I had a few favourite games.
Two ball against a wall.
Draft game.
Skipping.
Far too many to mention.
Did you have a lot of moves for that, Pauline? I remember there were at least 20 different actions to do, as you threw the balls against the wall. If you missed any of them you were out, haha!
Yes indeed, under the leg…etc…so many different moves…those were the days, Pixie…I wonder if some children still play it…
I was hopeless at 3 ball.
Playing two ball against a wall was a big favourite. We used to rush out of class as soon as the bell went to try and grab the best spaces against the walls! Another playground craze was doing a handstand against the wall (with dresses tucked in our knickers of course, to maintain at least some sort of decorum 
). We would just stay there, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be upside down, next to each other, chatting away 
Then there was, I think it was called, French skipping. It involved a long piece of elastic in a loop, with a girl at each end having it round their ankles, a bit like a giant cat’s cradle. Then the players would kind of hop and dance in and out, lifting one line of elastic with their foot over the other side and back. There were all sorts of tricks we could do with it.
I remember French Skipping! I was so clumsy at it, but loved to watch it! We also did that Double Dutch skipping, with the two ropes going in opposite directions. I wasn’t too bad at that, but couldn’t last as long as some of the other girls.
I remember the girls at my junior school doing handstands all playtime against the wall, and the French skipping, whilst we boys played on “The Apparatus” which was a metal climbing frame, or marbles, or football.
Eagerly waiting for ‘It’s a Knockout’ to start (the original) with bags of crisps and Bar sixes.
did anyone else use to jam a lollipop stick through the brakes oh a pedal cycle so it rubbed against the spokes to make it sound like an engine when the wheel turned
Oh yes, Whackers, very important at the time. You felt like the bee’s knees riding down the road, making that sound. Of course, to everyone else, we were just a pain in the @rse. 
LD, who was the presenter of that show?
What it Stuart “ somebody”?
He was hilarious…I still remember his laugh to this day…” uncontrollable” …
Convicted of some nasty sex offences, so I won’t mention his name.