Streetplay Discussions
How ’bout separating “kissies”…
There was a kid with bright…
There was a kid with bright red hair in our neighborhood that became an incredible pogo stick jumper. He could bounce for over an hour without stopping, bopping up and down the street. You’d be sitting on the bench across the street and you’d see this orange streak boinging up and down beyond the parked cars
I grew up in the 50’s in…
I grew up in the 50’s in Brighton, a part of Boston. We played 2 versions of halfball, usually with 2 players per side. There was a wall version where anything off the wall was a hit, depending on height. However, if a fielder caught a line drive or a rebound off the wall, all baserunners were erased. In the street version we hit for distance. Strikes and fouls were outs. Believe it or not, there was a front page story in the Wall St. Journal in 1985 about the summer joys of halfball.(I still have it). It claimed that the game was only played in two cities: Boston and Philadelphia, and the best teams from those areas were about to play the 1985 “World Championship” tournament in a schoolyard in Charlestown, Mass.
In our two family house,…
In our two family house, music lessons were the thing. My cousin, Arnie, who lived above us, learned to play the trumpet. My brother, Lenny, was the accordian maven. And I, with my chubby little hands, took piano lessons. I actually liked it very much. At 48, I can still read music and play. And I still have those chubby little hands.
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great green gobs of greasy…
i remember chinese jump…
I really wish that I could…
I really wish that I could say that I was a smooth make-out queen, but I was such a klutz. It was dark. We were in the park. In the back seat of his ’66 Mustang. My hair was very long. The windows were all fogged. There was a rap on the window, a flashlight glaring and a big COP. He told us to sit up, return to the front seat and leave the area. Leave we did, with me still lying down in the back seat because my flowing tresses were wrapped around a window handle!
Yes. Chinese Jumprope was…
Yes. Chinese Jumprope was done with all of those rubber bands that you linked together to form a chain. I AM truly proud to say that I was able to do that well. And we have found a great use for those stretchy chains, today: We suspend a short one from our bedroom doorknob to the door knob of an adjacent hall closet. It allows our cats to go in and out of our room, during the summer, without letting out too much of the cooled air. And nobody’s tail has been caught yet. And our cats aren’t even Chinese!