Lynn's Comments: My folks were good badminton players. As soon as the spring rain subsided, they'd stretch out a net in the backyard and the games began. Alan and I would go through a couple of racquets each in a summer because Dad bought cheap ones. He knew we'd be using them to whack rocks, dirt, and each other. We even tried to make French fries by pushing a cooked spud through the mesh. We lost the shuttlecocks and made holes in the lawn. We pushed each other into the net and tried to swing from the posts. Badminton was an all-purpose sport, which we kids loved...and did eventually learn to play!
Lynn's Comments: Badminton was one of the games our family really enjoyed. The net would go up in the back yard as soon as spring arrived, and by the end of summer, the grass around it was worn to the ground. Our house was built on a hill, so the front looked like a bungalow, but the back was a two-storey affair, and the roof towered high above the makeshift court. Even so, we managed to whack birdies onto the roof, and Dad, ever mindful of the cost of new ones, risked his life annually to get them down.
Lynn's Comments: My mom used to hang the laundry on two lines in our backyard. Once, we were guilty of getting the sheets dirty by playing badminton. Another time was when my brother put the neighbour’s small dog into the hanging fold of a sheet and let him fumble his way out. It never occurred to us that we were ruining an expensive piece of fabric and wasting hours of hard work. We were kids. We just didn't think at all!
Lynn's Comments: This didn't happen, but if Kate had thought of it, it would have. And, as a kid, I would have too.