“I can’t help it: as soon as I see the marbles, I feel greedy.”

And from day to day it became noise again: marbles. From day to day, he walked around the school yard with a bag of marbles. Like mushrooms, a lot of marbles appeared out of nowhere.

Ollie (9 years old) came home feeling very happy, with 21 marbles in his backpack. “Where did you get that?” I asked in surprise. Because he had left for school that morning without balls. “I got one, and I won the rest,” he beamed. “I’m really good at marbles!”

“Let me see,” I said very curiously. “I basically have a lot of chinos and cat eyes, but they don’t mean anything,” he said. Hubby raised an eyebrow. “No? They were actually the most valuable of our time.”

“What else do you have?” she asked greedily. I can’t help myself, as soon as I see the marble I feel greedy. Especially those blue balls with the pearl coating on them, man, I love them. “blue ocean “That’s what we call it,” Ollie whispered as I let one pass through my hand.

Dino Marble

“I think we still have a full bag,” I said excitedly, and a minute later I pulled my old marble Puck (11) bag out from under a mountain of TOPModel stuff. “Look how beautiful it is.” The Pocket Book turns out to be a treasure chest full of special finds.

“Maybe you should leave this here,” I said, and pulled out a box containing a small dinosaur. “This one is very special.” Ollie was fine with the dinosaur not coming to school, he just got a full backpack.”

A few days later I found Ollie crying in his bed in the evening. “Dude, what’s going on?” She asked him and patted him on the head. “I cried, and now I’m sorry,” he said, crying. “Trade? What? Your Pokemon cards? Your Disney pictures?” “Oh my god with that vortex inside her, from Puck.”

The exchange leads to tears

I knew immediately which bump he meant: a silvery ball with a red swirl inside. “Boy, it’s going to be okay,” I said. “Now you’ve learned: Exchanging things makes you cry. What you do: You try to exchange them again tomorrow, otherwise we’ll buy them from that wonderful toy store. It’ll be fine.” Relieved, he fell asleep.

The next day I inquired if my marble exchange strategy had helped. Nod no. It turned out to be a popular schoolyard version. The boy who gave it lost it. Olle tried to get him back through all sorts of kids, but his talent for marbles turned out to be just beginner’s luck.

Will we get a Sinterklaas?

I secretly hoped that the hype wasn’t over yet, that Olle wouldn’t develop a talent for marbles in the meantime and that we’d get Sinterklaas. Then I had a good excuse to go to the toy store where I bought marbles by the ounce. Then Olle got a nice new piece with a swirl. I scored myself a beautiful blue one with mother of pearl.

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