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"This is how you skip" she said jumping over the turned rope. But Benny wasn't interested and said so. "What you want to do then?" she said. He suggested they go to Meadow Row bomb site so he could collect small stones for his catapult. She pulled a face and said "How long for?" He said until he had enough for war. So they walked from the Square and down the slope and up Meadow Row to the bomb site. He collected small stones with her help. She had her skip-rope tucked in a pocket of her dress. After fifteen minutes he said he had enough and so he showed her how to fire the catapult. "Do girls fire catapults?" she said. "Sure they do" he said. She did what he showed her. The stone sped past the tin-can. Pigeons flew up in the air in fright. He showed her again and she fired the stone and it hit the can and spun it over. She was pleased she had done it. "Better than skip-rope" she said. He let her have another go and she did it again. Then the skies darkened and it began to rain.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
Enid and the Catapult 1957
"This is how you skip" she said jumping over the turned rope. But Benny wasn't interested and said so. "What you want to do then?" she said. He suggested they go to Meadow Row bomb site so he could collect small stones for his catapult. She pulled a face and said "How long for?" He said until he had enough for war. So they walked from the Square and down the slope and up Meadow Row to the bomb site. He collected small stones with her help. She had her skip-rope tucked in a pocket of her dress. After fifteen minutes he said he had enough and so he showed her how to fire the catapult. "Do girls fire catapults?" she said. "Sure they do" he said. She did what he showed her. The stone sped past the tin-can. Pigeons flew up in the air in fright. He showed her again and she fired the stone and it hit the can and spun it over. She was pleased she had done it. "Better than skip-rope" she said. He let her have another go and she did it again. Then the skies darkened and it began to rain.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
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