Aww. This question is so sweet. Hmm...I am an only child and I grew up with a really strict aunt. I wasn't able to go outside our house, often times, I was staying in our little garden. We had a hibicus tree, so I'd spend afternoons picking flowers and pulverizing them with a stone. When the flowers are crushed, sticky goo oozes out. I would collect the goo in a tiny cup, sometimes adding a bit of detergent, then use a plastic drinking straw to blow bubbles. My dog back then HATED the bubbles and would chase them like crazy. LOL.
So I guess we can call my game the Hibiscus Bubbles.