Reading about the fire plugs had me thinking....stuff we did as kids.
Throwing sneaks up over the wires..............I never did it but the boys did and in our day it was Chuck's.............low Converse, black............high white ones came later..............for throwing over the wires.
Tele poles.............does everyone call a telephone pole a tele pole?
Pimple ball and whiffle ball and halfsies.............stick ball.........interchangable..........do they play that everywhere.............halfsies is when ya cut the pimple ball in half............and that game wth bottle caps I forget the name of it.............and doge ball...........that was a mean game.....and freedom............TAG..........we didn't have video games and computers...........summer it was out allllllllllllllllll day.............playing.......one person on the block would have a baby pool...........and ya'd have eight kids in it...............good way to pass germs............LOL..........a pool smack on the pavement.
Anyone else have memories of summer games and all........water ice........Mister Softee............anyone else have Mister Softee?...........needed your money pronto when the truck came playing those songs.
and that game with the bottle caps....dead mans box...I loved that game...
jumping double dutch, and jail break...
Water ice, chocolate with those big stick pretzles...water ice is never good without the stick pretzels...
Someone's dad opening the hydrant to play in on the hottest of days...
catching lightening bugs, even in the city we had them...staying out and playing after dark, jailbreak at night so much better then in the day. and stick ball...wall ball...
All kind of good memories going on here...
jumping double dutch, and jail break...
Water ice, chocolate with those big stick pretzles...water ice is never good without the stick pretzels...
Someone's dad opening the hydrant to play in on the hottest of days...
catching lightening bugs, even in the city we had them...staying out and playing after dark, jailbreak at night so much better then in the day. and stick ball...wall ball...
All kind of good memories going on here...
Well, hope this doesn't count as a hijack as I did not grow up in the city...There was a rickety old barn in the woods near our house and we used to climb up to the roof and have shingle fights...crazy dangerous and one got embedded in my brother's eyelid. Wango-bango...another woods game where you pick up tree limbs and smash'em against tree trunks and watch'em fly, hopefully into someone else. Five-Oh...cops and robbers with fake guns or rocks - book'em Danno. H-O-R-S-E shooting hoops...Huge neighborhood games of kick the can...running under the sprinkler...Mr. Wiggly thingee that you attached to the end of a hose and it got airborn spraying water all over the place. Even just lying around in the grass checking out the clouds was a good time.
Going into the city to stay with my cousins for a week every summer was such a treat...riding the bus up to the square was so grown-up and daring...being able to walk everywhere...then we traded and they came to us...novelty of being in the 'burbs...good times all around for all of us.
Yeah, we had a Mister Softee and I can still hear the music...mmmmmmmmmmmmm...summertime and the livin' is easy...
Going into the city to stay with my cousins for a week every summer was such a treat...riding the bus up to the square was so grown-up and daring...being able to walk everywhere...then we traded and they came to us...novelty of being in the 'burbs...good times all around for all of us.
Yeah, we had a Mister Softee and I can still hear the music...mmmmmmmmmmmmm...summertime and the livin' is easy...
Oh ya...summertime as kids...well...im from suburbia...way up near vermont originally...small town kid...and I remember playing flashlight tag and freeze tag and lookin for night crawlers with the flashlights....night crawlers are big fat rain worms and they shine at night...we had a blast..camping out in the bakyard with makeshift tents..blankets hung on poles...the ice cream man in his little cart ringing his bell...fudgesicles and popsicles...blue ones...barefeet in the grass...cool aid...and swimming in the kiddie pool with the whole neighborhood too...ahhhh....good times...good topic bryn...this is fun :)
Oh man, I forgot about flashlight tag...Hi con =)
we still have mr softee,bit more expensive though,we had a great time growin up even though we had very little.a ball was all i needed and that was me playin footy all day,BUT....they decided to build a motorway right outside our back door and believe me that was ace,they had bulldozers,dumpertucks,huge ones,tractors,scrapers,u name it it was there and boys will be boys of course.we could start everything that had an engine and didnt we just,how none of us were killed is beyond me,what a laugh it was,the wee fat watchie used to come flyin down wi the local tell-tale at the time who used to give him all our names,after a week or two he didnt have to coz he knew us all by then,nobody bothered there arse bout him as he was too wee and fat to catch anyone anyway and if he did catch one the rest of us would pelt his landrover wi bricks,,oh those were the days,we even chased his jeep wi the bulldozers and other machines that were there.i wouldnt swap my childhood with anyone,,,well thats my two bobs worth..eck
I grew up in the inner city, low income area. What I remember most "that i enjoyed" as a kid was my friend Katie "we met in 1st grade". That chick was a roit. She was the only girl in her family with 6 brothers. We were best friends for YEARS. I still talk to her now and then. She and i grew apart as teens. I got into the drug sceen she did not. We ran a muck thru the city we always had our brothers to kick anyones butt who messed with us. Between us there was 8 Brothers.We enjoyed throwing mud at eachother in rainstorms, spitting contect, and popcorn parties. She was the best part of my childhood. She was as poor as me her house was always a mess. She always had my back at a fight in the park lol.
haha I wish i could say i miss those days but, all i can say is GLAD THAT'S OVER!.
P.S i think we were to poor for the ice cream truck. we got free lunch at a local soup kitchen "no lie". My mom was a bartender she would give us pretzels and pickles from the bar. The old guy that ran the barber shop gave us suckers.
I drove my daughter thru the area i grew up in SHE WAS SCARED. She was freaked out. I use to run those streets like i owned em.
haha I wish i could say i miss those days but, all i can say is GLAD THAT'S OVER!.
P.S i think we were to poor for the ice cream truck. we got free lunch at a local soup kitchen "no lie". My mom was a bartender she would give us pretzels and pickles from the bar. The old guy that ran the barber shop gave us suckers.
I drove my daughter thru the area i grew up in SHE WAS SCARED. She was freaked out. I use to run those streets like i owned em.
Oh Yeah- - Stick ball- - anyone that could hit the spaulding (little pink rubber ball- the official ball of the street)- 3 sewer lengths was the MAN!!!
The Mr.Softee & the Puerto Rico ice carts- playing that fuqking jingle all night long !!- - and always getting an ice a few cents short (they were understanding folks)
We already went thru the fire plug thing *
Hanging on the stoop all night cause lots of folks had no AC back then
Gathering up enuff cash to sit in the air condition movie theater during the day,
when it was 105 degrees outside.
But we were tuff too !! - We played,& sweated, and never heard our names when Mom called us in for lunch- we prolonged the summer days as long as
possible. We knew that school was always around the corner- & we would rather melt than have the summer end !!!
Fun Stuff,
jack
Edit- - back when I was coping dope on the Lower East Side - If you were clean when the cops came- - they used to take our sneakers, tie them both by the laces & throw them on the tele -poles.- We had to get on the subway in our socks (or barefoot) & make it back - - The cops always had a nice laugh.
The Mr.Softee & the Puerto Rico ice carts- playing that fuqking jingle all night long !!- - and always getting an ice a few cents short (they were understanding folks)
We already went thru the fire plug thing *
Hanging on the stoop all night cause lots of folks had no AC back then
Gathering up enuff cash to sit in the air condition movie theater during the day,
when it was 105 degrees outside.
But we were tuff too !! - We played,& sweated, and never heard our names when Mom called us in for lunch- we prolonged the summer days as long as
possible. We knew that school was always around the corner- & we would rather melt than have the summer end !!!
Fun Stuff,
jack
Edit- - back when I was coping dope on the Lower East Side - If you were clean when the cops came- - they used to take our sneakers, tie them both by the laces & throw them on the tele -poles.- We had to get on the subway in our socks (or barefoot) & make it back - - The cops always had a nice laugh.
Step ball!
Jack, I heard that in some neighborhoods the tossed sneakers meant that was a drug area..........makes sense now............the 5-Oh tossed up your sneakers.......LOL...........that's not funny.........HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How many mom's had a broken handle on their broom or mop?
Yeah, yeah them little pink balls or we had them pimple balls.........white with little bumps on them............oh yeah and the bases were like Mr. Smith's car and the sewer.
Super balls and golf balls...........we spent countless hours peeling them things apart............"Jaws" now that was a flick we went to see time and again in the summer...............screaming at all the perverts came to the movies during the day when only kids were there..............makes ya wonder when there's tons of seats in a movie and some old dude sits RIGHT next to ya shaking what ya think is his leg...........yeah, never failed............I had a blinking neon sign on me since I was a little kid............."WEIRDO'S APPROACH".
Man, I wish it was back then again............well some of it anyway............wish we got "do overs" for life.
Jack, I heard that in some neighborhoods the tossed sneakers meant that was a drug area..........makes sense now............the 5-Oh tossed up your sneakers.......LOL...........that's not funny.........HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How many mom's had a broken handle on their broom or mop?
Yeah, yeah them little pink balls or we had them pimple balls.........white with little bumps on them............oh yeah and the bases were like Mr. Smith's car and the sewer.
Super balls and golf balls...........we spent countless hours peeling them things apart............"Jaws" now that was a flick we went to see time and again in the summer...............screaming at all the perverts came to the movies during the day when only kids were there..............makes ya wonder when there's tons of seats in a movie and some old dude sits RIGHT next to ya shaking what ya think is his leg...........yeah, never failed............I had a blinking neon sign on me since I was a little kid............."WEIRDO'S APPROACH".
Man, I wish it was back then again............well some of it anyway............wish we got "do overs" for life.
Oh cool concept...like a video game...do overs for life...stop the game...restart...do over part...wow...there are some parts I'd definetly DO OVER !! :)
