Sometimes the simplest things in life leave the most lasting memories. I remember as if it was yesterday jumping through a neighbour's spinkler back in the summer of '76. Their daughter was three years younger than me but I remember playing with her most of the summer (secretly to gain access to their sprinkler!) I longed for my parents to buy one but they never did - they weren't into gardening and they saw it as a gardener's accessory. I've had one for years but it has generally been used to water my greenhouse while I'm on holiday but today my three youngest (plus four neighbours aged three to seven) spent hours running through it, squealing with joy. Just as I remember '76, I expect mine will remember July '13 when they are 45.