When I was three or so I got my first “real” jigsaw.
By real, I mean a proper wood-backed one with fiddly little pieces, designed more for the adult market that for pudgy little fingers.
It was a 60-piece puzzle and it was called “The Golden Arrow”. I loved that jigsaw and would endlessly do it and then break it up again. I did a search on the Web and actually found a copy of it, so it is still doing the rounds.
Yesterday, our K8 was here helping with a bit of a tidy-up of the place, and what did she find underneath a box of old books?
Yup! My old friend “The Golden Arrow”!
The most amazing thing is that it is still complete. It is well worn from use and there is a tiny chip off one of the pieces, but every piece is there, just as I remember. I don’t know how it survived but somehow it managed to remain intact down through the years.
I gave it to Sir Fartzalott to play with. He is a grand lad for the jigsaws, but up ‘til now they have all been the big-piece floor types made of cardboard. This was his first time to see an old wooden one with small pieces.
He took to it like a duck to water, and with just a little help, managed to finish it. Not bad for two-and-a-bit.
I wonder if it will still be around for his grandson?