The seventies just wouldn't have been the same without origami.
Saturday afternoons spent folding small coloured squares of paper. You had to get that first fold crisp and neat though, otherwise the whole thing turned to crap. You always ended up with that small strip of white showing somewhere that wasn't meant to be there.
I think the crane was my specialty. Or was it a stork. Not that I could really call it a speciality. Maybe a rabbit as well. And those little tiny baskets you could make that you couldn't actually fit anything into.
I never progressed to this stage. Even though I did have a book.
This looks like a pre school somewhere. They've called in a special guest. Don't think any of us kids are in it.
I bet that woman on the left has a nasty hump back by now.