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What Games Did You Play Growing Up?/Stephen welcomes Bun :) /Sir Bumptious is born.
That's weird. On the way to work this morning, I was thinking about how we played tag with the neighbor kids all the time and now I never see any of my neighbors outside. I was also thinking about how frustrating tag was if you didn't disallow tagbacks.
RandomAnthony wrote: "Besides "doctor", pervs...hahahahahahhahahaaaaaaaa
well, in our neighborhood we played freeze tag, and major league hide-n-seek but mostly it was games like sandlot style baseball, kickball, and a football game (the name is politically incorrect)where everyone crowded around and the ball was thrown in the air and whoever got it ran around crazily until the whole gang tackled the one person and piled onof course these were games prior to turning about 8 and beginning to have BB guns, firecrackers, fireworks and fire in general
four square, backyard soccer, we'd play for HOURS with my tape recorder and record ourselves talking or singing or trying to make each other laugh (my mom still has some of those tapes and keeps threatening to break them out for social gatherings to embarrass me), cops & robbers, jailbreak, freeze tag, atari, we'd put on plays, ride our bikes all over the neighborhood for an epic game of hide & seek (could only hide within a certain radius and the goal was to get back to the base without getting tagged), we'd have lip sync and talent competitions, flashlight tag at dark, we'd jump on the trampoline - we'd play HORSE on the trampoline or have butt wars (fall back on your butt and bounce back up and fall back again - repeat until one person would tire or skip a jump - I'd win almost every time), rubik's race (I was the unbeatable champ at that - gave the game to my friend when we moved to Texas), we'd play house and cook treats for each other or pretend we were superheros protecting the world from the giant maneating wasps and hornets (my neighbor had lots on her front porch) and we'd concoct "wasp killer" from her mom's toiletrie cabinet. :) We'd also have neighborhood field day races and on school days, we'd have races to beat each other on finishing homework assignments with no errors. We didn't play doctor.
Dan wrote: "That's weird. On the way to work this morning, I was thinking about how we played tag with the neighbor kids all the time and now I never see any of my neighbors outside. I was also thinking abou..."Tagbacks are a tough issue. Dan has a point. Your thoughts?
No tagbacks is clearly the way to go.The first games I remember playing with friends-not-sisters were freeze tag and TV tag. TV tag was a bit traumatizing since at the time we still weren't allowed to watch anything but PBS, so my repertoire of tv show names was very small. I learned to listen and repeat back what others said, like "vthefinalbattle", which I didn't realize til later was four separate words.
I don't remember structured games from the ages of 8-12 or so, when we first moved to New York. We played with model horses, and I remember all kinds of adventures in Central Park and Riverside Park, involving caves and magical lands. There are lots of giant cool rocks and hiding places in Central Park.
In the summers we hung out in the lake upstate, and played foursquare and basketball and volleyball.
Ages 12-14 we played a whole lot of Kill the Carrier. I broke at least two limbs on other people, and my wrist was permanently wrecked by a perfectly placed "Indian ropeburn" (which surely has a more PC name now, but you know what I mean: someone twisted my wrist one way, and my arm the other)
And by then in the summers I was already spending most of my days working at barns. Back at the lake, we'd swim and canoe upriver to explore.
Good times.
Half of my left front tooth was chipped when I was in the 2nd grade from doing a chin dive on the cement to catch a guy who was cheating after I caught him during a game of jail break. He was always cheating. I caught his ankle and he drug me across the schoolyard until some of the other people on my team could bring him to jail.
I played tag and hide-and-seek, and red light/green light. I also rode bikes, played with model horses like Sarah Pi, played "wilderness explorer" in the woods behind all the houses, and HORSE with the neighbor's basketball hoop. At camp, we played Capture the Flag, Counselor Hunt, Ultimate Frisbee, and all kinds of silly relay races like the one with oranges you had to pass from chin to chin, and those annoying "trust" games. Yeah, I trust everyone in this group I JUST met...
"counselor hunt" sounds dangerous. Is that a red state thing?
It's a church camp thing, so not too far off from a red state, I guess.It's just hide-and-seek, with the counselors being the hiders. If you're a counselor, the best bet is to climb a tree and then stay still until it's all over.
we used to play hide-n-seek with our younger brothers and sisters and tell them to hide and we would then go do something cool without themlater on when they walked up to us mad we would cover our eyes with one hand and go:
"one thousand seven hundred and fifty-five, one thousand seven hundred and fifty-six...."
RandomAnthony wrote: ""counselor hunt" sounds dangerous. Is that a red state thing?"We did that once a summer at both Girl Scout camps I worked at -- in New York and Washington states, so not necessarily red state or church camp.
We had to do it really carefully to keep from losing any kids. All of the unit staff got to hide, and the administrative and program staff walked around with the kids in groups while looking for counselors. It wasn't the total free for all it sounds like...at least at our tightly run camps.
I imagine the boy scout camp across the road from the NY camp would just abandon the kids to chaos, since whenever we visited, their kids were wandering around on their own. They also had TWO separate incidents involving lightning strikes, and their ridiculous METAL dock.
My camp's version was a bit looser than that - the kids did get to roam the woods on their own looking for the counselors. But there were set boundaries, and time limits.The counselors that got found had to jump off the diving board fully dressed.
Some counselors do too, and really ham it up with props.
My cousins and I played King and Chefs. One of us would be the king and sit on the steps. The rest of us were chefs--we scurried around with tin pie pans and made the king's "meal"--grass, pebbles, flowers--making it as appetizing as possible. Then the chef would kneel before the king and hold her offering up over her head and say, "Dinner,Your Highness." If the king liked it, she would say, "You have pleased me servant, you shall be rewarded." If the king didn't like it, she yelled "How dare you bring me this slop! Off with your head!" Then we would all chase each other all over the place.
"one thousand seven hundred and fifty-five, one thousand seven hundred and fifty-six...." Haha! Kevin, you meanie.
Leslie wrote: "My cousins and I played King and Chefs. One of us would be the king and sit on the steps. The rest of us were chefs--we scurried around with tin pie pans and made the king's "meal"--grass, pebble..."That's kind of CUTE, Leslie! :)
I liked to climb trees, play with my dog, and swing like crazy on the coolest swing set a boy ever had. I also liked to jump off my porch to see exactly how high one has to be before you hurt yourself. With other kids it was always that our bikes were horses, grew up in Texas after all, and we had to chase down wranglers. Yes, I had a darling little outfit I wore. CAUTION any comments on the darling cowboy outfit will result in War! Just like in Bugs Bunny.
Haha, I'm not sure how old you are Stephen, but I think all boys growing up in the 50s had a darling cowboy outfit, even in Brooklyn NYC.I played Red Light Green Light, Tag, Stoop Ball - throwing the pinkie ball against the steps of our house and catching, and also street ball Car!!. Oh and also that game with the pinkie ball, My Name Is Alice, plus jump rope. And I had a swing in my back yard, I'd pump so hard and then be afraid I'd go right over the rail - but a thrilling fear.
Also a ton of jacks - I LOVED jacks! Jacks could be played both inside and outside.
Can we do inside games? Had one of those tabletop ice hockey games. Loved Sorry, Parchesi, Stratego and Monopoly. And card games - Gin, War, Casino, Spit, and Solitaire.
Lori wrote: "Haha, I'm not sure how old you are Stephen, but I think all boys growing up in the 50s had a darling cowboy outfit, even in Brooklyn NYC."My brother had a cute cowboy outfit. That was back in the late 80's/early 90's.
Yeah I guess even when cowboy and Indian games died, boys still love the outfits. And after all, what is Woody from Toy Story? A cowboy! Jake had his Woody outfit. :)
Plus, they get to play with toy guns. I never got it, but then again, I'm clearly not a boy.
I remember I used to play grocery store. I had a box and I would go in my mothers pantry and act like I was grocery shopping. Now my grandson does that. Now I know why my mother was so annoyed. LOL
You are all just jealous that you didn't have little cowgirls outfits. :P
Chinese jumprope, anyone? Or is there a PC name for that game now?
OH!!! I loved Chinese jumprope... and Chinese jacks. I had the prettiest collection of chinese jacks when I was a kid. I'll bet my mom's saved 'em up in the attic somewhere. Stephen, I had a cowgirl costume AND an Indian princess costume... and just about every dress up costume a little girl or boy could want when I was a kid. I even made up a few (and so did my parents).
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My parents came up with this goofy Halloween costume. I was supposed to be a hula princess, but the temps were below freezing that night (near New Orleans, no less), so my parents put layers and layers of clothes on me under the hula outfit. I pitched a fit because I just wanted to wear the hula skirt and bikini top. This pic captured me midtantrum. :D
A fetching picture just the same, Hula girl. ;-)
Oh how I hated when costumes were completely ruined by weather-smart layers. I was forced to wear a coat OVER my costume.I think that picture mid-tantrum is adorable.
I had a record called Tina the Ballerina: the Belle of Gay Paree, and I would play that over and over and "dance" what I considered ballet, up on my toes, all over my room, on my bed, everywhere. I was sure I was a great ballerina.And I had 4 little white mice with red eyes that I got for 5 cents each at the NYC museum and I loved them. I kept in this old cigarette case my mom gave me and I played with them all the time and I cut up pieces of notebook paper to make them every kind of cheese--blue cheese was paper colored blue, swiss cheese was paper full of holes, etc. I took them everywhere and one day I left them at a fast food place we stopped at on the way home and when we got home I freaked and my dad drove an hour each way to go back and get them for me. I have a good dad.
Me too Lori--what real princess wears a winter coat on top of her gown?
Heidi wrote: "Leslie wrote: "My cousins and I played King and Chefs. One of us would be the king and sit on the steps. The rest of us were chefs--we scurried around with tin pie pans and made the king's "meal"..."That was our favorite game for a while! It was fun--and all of us were kings--it didn't matter if we were boys or girls (most of us were girls)
Leslie and Heidi work for Food Network?
I would have wanted to if they had had that when I was little.Yeah, a fur coat would have worked, but I didn't have one, I had a regular winter coat and it totally spoiled my royal aura.
That is very important, royal aura that is.
Bun, welcome! Wow, that sounds like more fun than jumping off my porch. Do you remember the days when Saturday meant Godzilla movies all afternoon?I miss those days. Also, Sally wants to wall me up with a black cat. :(
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Heh. I think Stephen should welcome everyone, new or not. It's like his initiation...:)
BunWat wrote: "But did you have the hiccups Lar?"No but I do now. *hiccup* Crap.
BunWat you've been missing. People have even invoked your name! I welcome you all, welcome to Terminal Coffee. If you like flavored coffee, please more to the left counter, where special flavor demonistas will assist you. If you like it strong, non-flavored, and able to support a spoon, then please move to the right counter where RA is always willing to pour you a steaming, hot, cup of...Coffee
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oh wait, I get it.
RA was trying to make me look baaaad by welcoming the one day missing BunWat. Yesterday, I forget where in the multiple threads it was, but the cry went up, BunWat, where are you!Ergo, welcome BunWat escaped my lips. Ave BunWatia, Optima Maxima
I was thinking about this last night because all the neighborhood kids were in the yard and I thought about teaching them "Kick the Can" or "Catch one, Catch all", like from when I was a kid, but they seemed to be having enough fun on their own.
What about you?