Push ball isn't a game I know, so I thought I'd stick with the simpler kind. Here's one of our boys on his first Xmas Day, 1982, spent in Canberra with family and grandparents. It was a big ball for a small person, and at 8 months old he thought this present was pretty good. So did his cousin, when she tested it for bounciness on a hard surface.
He could take his ball for a walk, or perhaps try playng cricket with a smaller ball. In later life he became adept at numerous ball sports such as soccer, tennis, baseball, volleyball and juggling, just to name a few. I've blogged about the latter for example, in a previous post.
His big sister got a ball you could hang on to, known as a Happy Hopper. Her father and uncle probably had a go of it too.
33 years later and here's a very big shining ball: the full moon settng on a fine Boxing Day morning while we were once agan visiting the city of Canberra. Both the grandparents and the children's aunt who I believe must have taken the group photograph are now gone, but photos like these above keep them shining and alive in our memories.
For more balls and ball players big and little, just bounce over to Sepia Saturday # 312