I remember that test! If they saw the little bumps within a circle - TB! Flop sweat time!!
I remember that test! If they saw the little bumps within a circle - TB! Flop sweat time!!
Anyone remember the pre-inline skates? The ones with the steel wheels? You could adjust them with a metal key.
G.I. Joe with the Kung-Fu Grip?
Water guns [[with out the water tank on your back/hose/attachments; setting that could put a hold on concrete) had a small stopper, you had crazy fun for hours!
Play doh?
Checkers? Backgammon? Operation? Connect Four?
A water hose? Water balloons?
Tag? Green Light? Anything sandlot?
10- speed? Frisbee? Holla-hoop? Army men? [[Toy Story)
I loved Play Doh. It had this neat [[unusal) smell. It also tasted very
salty....OK...what kid never tasted Play Doh!
I'm too old for in-line skates...but, as a little kid I remember these metal skates you'd
clamp onto your shoes. They'd easily come off and you'd damn near break your neck!
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You got that right. Kids, THEN didn't need a whole lot to have fun. I remember as a kid, my buddies Mark, Rich and Jack after a good rain, would sit on the curb on our street and race popsicle sticks down the gutter, in the rain water to see which once would get to the sewer first and fall in! LOL! We were real creative kids back then. Mark has passed away, I haven't seen Jack in well over 15 years and I see Rich from time to time at the park for school reunions.
I remember them from before the ice cream trucks became the standard. I remember "The Popsicle Boy". These were older kids that road through the neighborhoods on bikes with this refrigerated box attached to the front and bells on the handle bar to let you know they were coming. LOL! They really weren't refrigerated. They use to pack the box with dry ice that we would beg them to let us have pieces to "smoke".
This will give you an idea of what I am talking about, except in my town the boxes were light aqua blue in color. Look closely and you will notice the bells on the bar....
I used to prefer ice cream sandwiches. Especially when the cookies were crisp and cold enough that they broke when you bite them. I didn't like Bomb Pops.
BTW: Remember when you didn't blow your top when you heard the ice cream truck playing one of the most racist songs in American history? Sometimes, knowledge can do that to you.
Tetherball? That could be a professional sport that I'd pay to see.
Two square or four square? Also could be a professional sport.
Hop scotch. Curb ball. Jacks. Duck-duck-goose. Musical chairs. Hide and go seek. Of course, tag and Olly, Olly In Free [[Olly Olly Oxen Free in other places).
And then there were the dangerous games: Smear the Queer [[Rugby, where one kid would face off against up to 10 others). Bebogees [[where you'd get punched in the chest every time you said a word beginning with "B"). Hot hands [[holding hands on a friends hands and seeing if he could move his fast enough to smack yours before you moved them). Knuckles [[pulling back a pencil and letting it go so it smacked your buddy's knuckles; this went back and forth until somebody gave up or the pencil broke). Indian burns [[rubbing your hand across somebody's wrist to create a burning sensation). Dodge ball [[no explanation needed). And Frog [[punching somebody in his Bicep with a knuckle or raised finger hard enough to see the muscle 'jump' involuntarily). I'm sure there were more. LOL. Boys are weird.
LOL. We played freeze tag and I spy too. Kill the Man With the Ball sounds like Smear the Queer. Somebody would throw a ball in the air and whoever caught it better run for the end zone or he'd get crushed. If he got tackled, he had to throw the ball up in the air and it would go the other way. Sometimes, a dozen boys would be playing and it was brutal. But that's really just Rugby with one guy going against a bunch of others.
I forgot to mention H-O-R-S-E, Make 'Em, Take 'Em, Chicago and Any Bounce Or Fly. Man, we had a bunch of games to play!
Oh, and about that ice cream song:
https://www.npr.org/sections/codeswi...t-news-for-you
The ice cream cart's song isn't racist. BOTH That AND the racist song were just borrowing the tune from the old American folk song, "Turkey In The Straw".
Hey remember saying this as a kid?..beans,beans good for your heart,the more you eat the more you fart the more you fart the better you feel,so eat them beans for every meal!
Yep. And also "10 little Indians, sleeping in the bed when the little one said 'roll over, roll over'... So they all rolled over and one fell out..." Of course this continued until the last little Indian was in bed alone and said he was lonely.
Oh yeah, sure. We did everything. We even use to make our own sling shots by taking a wire hanger, bending it and molding it into a "U" and a handle. We cut up a pair of old sneakers and use the material to hold the rocks and rubberbands tied together to give it it's "sling" LOL!
I remember that one too. Here's one we use to say "Your left, your left, your left, right, left. My back is aching my shoes too tight my booty shaking for left to right, your' left, your left, your left, right, left!" LOL!
Don't even get me started on playing "Bullsh*t" under the street lights in the summer. LOL! You know "the Prince of Wales was walking down the street and step in a pile of bullsh*t, who sh*t...etc,etc,etc" LOL!
Well, since you brought up standing under street lights, every brother in the USA has to have played the Dozens. The most brutal and friendship-testing game imaginable.
"Ya mom's so stupid, they put her brain in a bird and that b**** started flying backwards!"
"Ya mom's so fat, she stopped going to the beach because every time she tried to lay down on a blanket, people pushed her in the water saying 'Save the whales!'"
"Your mama's so old that I saw a picture in y'all's photo album of her and Moses having a cup of tea."
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...jonin,man we had fun..yo momma is so fat..haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! !!
The Dozens were so wrong. The only thing more truly emblematic of black male culture is the barber shop debate.
Hey jerry,the barber shop is where true black history is taught!!
That's exactly why we did it! In the early 80s the "Urban Cowboy" was the ITT! We use to go to this big popular place called "Bobby McGees" and all the women were were those tight jeans, bloused that opened down to there and their cute little cowgirl boots LOL! Square dance time!
I worked with a Native American girl named Jennifer at a grocery store. She was really cute. Her dad used to stop in my line and we talked all the time, very cool guy. Jennifer was always kind of reserved but when Urban Cowboy came out, it changed her world. She became more open, started wearing cowgirl hats and boots and every Thursday and weekend night, and was literally a different person. Her father didn't know what happened to her.
Urban Cowboy was a good movie. It's hard to explain to people that country music was a dying genre that had been put on AM and breathing its last gasp before that movie changed everything. It went from being a fringe radio format to being second only to top 40. We had three FM radio stations in Columbus and two of them lasted for more than 20 years. In my opinion, Dolly and Kenny almost ruined the genre with their pop crossover pablum. But that movie made the Mickey Gilleys, Willie Nelsons, Waylon Jennings, Loretta Lynns and George Joneses of the world into superstars.
The only other thing I recall that was like it was Saturday Night Fever, which also created a huge cultural shift [[and almost ruined black music). No offense intended with the "black music" reference. Too bad nobody ever made a great movie about the blues or reggae or jazz. Being honest, those are formats that translate into "lived happily ever after" stories. So I doubt they'd have the same impact on the culture.
LOL. You weren't politically correct, 144man. We've always been politically incorrect on this side of pond. If I had to guess, the version you heard was the original and somebody over here decided to throw race into it... because. That's what You Know Who means when he wants to make America grate again.
Hey marv,the local liquor store just had deliveries and dig this...nobody ever robbed the guy either and in the early sixties nobody in my hood had credit cards so it was cash up front,that guy put many miles on that ol bike..those were the days!!
Haaaaaaaaaaaa..he'd need an armored truck and a squad of marines!!
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