Osc's thread about the dolls house brought this back to me.
Kim (who is my oldest friend and like a sister) and I used to play for hours and hours with paper children we cut out of catalogues. Freemans catalogue being our favourite, but Mothercare was good too. We made a big house out of cardboard boxes and it was our orphanage for these children. They all had names and we knew them all, all 50 odd of them
We cut out furniture that we stuck on the walls and beds out the curtain and bedding pages, with a slit for them to put their heads through so it looked like they were in bed. We cut out toys for them, pets, books.
We played orphanages for hours and hours. It is the one shared memory we have that no one else can share
We did have a disaster one day, we took them on a trip out the garden and the wind blew a few away