Posts tagged childhood
Bambi ate your carpet
We never had much money growing up. So one time my dad brought home a load of industrial quality carpet tiles that had been 'left over' at work. He laid them in the hallway and thus ended all the fun of our skidding competitions over the linoleum. The tiles were made of nylon and dark green. They were not too disimilar to astro turf. So whilst we enjoyed pretending it was our indoor garden, we did scuff our knees quite a bit.