Clackers and cameras.

Remember Clackers?

My sister and I spent a whole summer as kids becoming Clacker ninjas.
Through bruised and sprained wrists we worked those babies
with the fervour of teenage boys finding unexpected porn in the park.
It was the craze of that year, and we made lots of friends Clacking on our
camp site on holiday. No talking was ever required, just a quick Clack to show
off your skills.
It was a brilliant holiday, and my best memory from it was falling asleep
to the sound of hundreds of other Clackers from other tents like strange
cicadas.