Our jackstones, by the way, were not stones but bones.

We used the knuckle bones of sheep, dried and scraped; every little girl cherished a set in her pocket.
I did not care much for playing house.

I liked soldiers better, but it was not much fun without boys.

Boys and girls always played apart.
I was very fond of playing Gentiles.

I am afraid I liked everything that was a little risky.