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Childhood games

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Childhood games.jpg My mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackMy mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackMy mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackMy mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackMy mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face blackMy mothers dipped each a big horn spoon full of waterThumbnailsThey looked very terrible, all painted with the lower half of the face black

White people seem to think that Indian children never have any play and never laugh. Such ideas seem very funny to me. How can any child grow up without play? I have seen children at our reservation school playing white men’s games—baseball, prisoners’ base, marbles. We Indian children also had games. I think they were better than white children’s games.

I look back upon my girlhood as the happiest time of my life. How I should like to see all my little girl playmates again! Some still live, and when we meet at feasts or at Fourth-of-July camp, we talk of the good times we had when we were children.