Streetplay Discussions
Mick, we gotta send bv a…
Mick, we gotta send bv a Streetplay funpack or something. BV, what part of the world did this amazing transformation occur in? It’s funny… I’m young enough to have been “damaged” by TV–TV in my room all through childhood, father worked for a broadcast network, broken TV=FAMILY DISASTER–but I still went out and played every day when I was a kid (in the late 60s-early 70s). What’s different now I wonder? -Hugh McNally /
I LOVED PLAYING HOPSCOTCH…
bv, That is truly an…
Just want to say that after…
Just want to say that after remembering how I played as a kid and observing what kids do today I pulled the plug on my cable TV because my kids were possesed by it. They get enough of that garbage elsewhere, so I figure three or four days here every week they can just operate on “kid power”. It works. After the initial shock of “whatawegonnado!?” they now play ball, chase each other around, made a club house, a tree house, push each other around in a genuine 2X4-milk crate-baby carrage wheeled speed car, swing on ropes, beat the %#$ out of each other, play man-hunt, roller blade, throw the football, play basketball, ride bikes, catch with the “pinky” and more. It did’nt just happen!!! I found that todays kids have lost the art of being a kid. They had no real “kid skills” until I showed them. But I only had to show them “once” Then they just took off and showed other kids. They think for themselves now instead of having the video games set the rules. The best was when they were playing some pathetic type of war game and I said “Hey you pack of lameos thats not how you do it”. So I got a copy of “To Hell and Back” with Audie Murphy and the “Sands of Iwo Jima” with John Wayne and made em watch it. Afterwards I said “that’s how you do army and that’s why you do it – in the service of freedom and your fellow man. First questions were “did that really happen” and “was grampa one of those guys saving people?” Now army is one of their favorite games – yeah their kids – (7 & 10) playing “war” a killing game. But it beats that senseless killing stuff on todays TV and video games. In thier minds their liberating the neighborhood. They use beanbags, and pinkey balls to get the “bad guys” (rocks are against the Geneva Convention) The little guy is getting real good. I looked out the window one day to see him in his camo pajamas, helmet, ammo belt, etc, drop 8 feet out of a tree on top of his big brother and friends who were looking for him. An older couple in the neighborhood was passing by and were surprised and said “who do you think you are jumping out of that tree like that” He said “I’m Audie Murphy and these Nazi dogs are my prisoners” The old gentlman (a WWII veteran) said “well then..in that case, carry on soldier” It doesn’t get better any than that. One last thing – a kids favorite play thing is a parent, if only to get em started.
Does anyone know where I…
I grew up in Flatbush during…
I grew up in Flatbush during the sixties ans early 70’s, and hung out on East 17th Street, between Foster & Newkirk. Anyone out their remember the great stick ball games played? We also engraved a Skelly court into the tar one hot summer day. It stayed their for quite some time. During the day, Harry the ice cream man would come by, and we would take a break to grab one of our favorites. Those were the good old days. I now live in NJ, and no one hear has heard of the game Skelly.
Didn’t any of you girls…
Didn’t any of you girls have a Betsy Wetsy? I had an ancient one, handed down from some cousin or other, and she was my first real doll. She had a red dress, I remember. When I was 7 I got a “walking doll” that was my pride and joy for several years–she was about 2 feet tall, with dark curly hair that was actually rooted into her head, and when you held her arms, you could make her “walk” with a sort of jerky rhythm. I loved her madly. When I was about 10 I got a small doll in a nurse’s outfit that was very much like a Barbie, but it pre-dated Barbie by a year or two. I think this doll was called Vicki. I loved her too!
This is in reply to Victoria…
This is in reply to Victoria Linchong’s message on 11/24/99, regarding the last part about the game played in a ring. I played a game like that a few times in elementary school. I don’t remember any “Eenie”, but I don’t remember it all, either. Here’s what I do remember: …And the bullfrogs jump from bank to bank. eep, op, eep op op, Skiddle, diddle, ker-PLOP! The person who was supposed to get hit on plop had to try to make the person slapping their hand miss. They stayed in if they made the other person miss. Otherwise they were out.