Well, not completely, but I couldn't think of another title. Now I'm sitting here and staring at this photo, not sure what to say about it. You see, there are days (many days) when I have no ideas what to photograph. Or days when I have a picture but nothing to say about it. I could reminisce about playing marbles as a child. But I didn't do much of that. I did, however, play knuckles. With real bones, probably from a chicken. Boy, did they hurt when they landed on the knuckles. Do you remember lots of playground games in your primary school years. I remember the whole yard teeming with kids playing with skipping ropes, elastics or hoola hoops. Not to mention the songs that were accompanied by intricate hand clapping. We were always moving. Speaking of moving, horror of horrors, I got my third speeding ticket in just over a week. I think it's some kind of plot.