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I grew up in the Bronx and…
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I grew up in the Bronx and we played games like “Hot Peas And Butter and Johnny on the Pony” but does anyone remember “kick the Can?” Someone would throw a can as far as he could and the person that was “IT” would retrieve the can and get back to base as fast as he could, “backwards”, while the other kids would run and hide. The object of the game was for the kid that was “IT”, to find everyone while protecting the can from being kicked. The kid that was “IT” would spot a hiding kid and run back to the can and while tapping the can would yell out who he spotted and where the kid was, thus capturing the kid. If a kid, who was not caught, kicked the can, which would free all the kids that were caught and keep the kid that was “IT” still “IT”.
Growing up in the Bronx…
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Growing up in the Bronx (Evergreen and Story Aves) I used to play skulley until my Mom would make me come in for the night, this was usually after the sun went down! My favorite caps used to come from the bottoms of the school chairs at PS 93, heavy metal and smooth. Brings back memories of “No Kicksies” and “I called Helicopters”. I’ve taught my kids how to play and hopefully the game will never die.
CHINESE JACKS!!! They’ve…
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CHINESE JACKS!!! They’ve got to bring those back!!!! I spent almost the entire early 80s playing that game. If you’ve never heard of ’em, they were hard plastic rings, about the diameter of a dime, that came loose in a pack. The rings were split so that you could put the individual colored rings around a center ring. You fretted over the color of the rings in the pack you were selecting and you alternated the colored rings as you put them together to make pretty and unique combos. You would buy more packs to make the jacks denser. Not too dense though! They had to have enough floppiness as to not pop off of your hand and accidentally hit the ground while you were furiously tossing and catching them. If I remember correctly, you ended up with 5 jacks that almost looked sorta like today
Where I grew up we had the…
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Where I grew up we had the absolute PERFECT set up for Kick the Can!!! I grew up in Co-op City, the Bronx NY (http://welcome.to/coopcity) in the late 70s. It’s a cooperative community full of 33 story buildings with pillars that supported the second floor above the lobby. Since the lobby wasn’t that big, it left a maze of pillars to sneak behind. Then to top it off there were long expanses of retaining walls and man-made hillocks to belly crawl behind. It wasn’t really Kick the Can anymore….not the way we played it. It was WAR! There was a circular metal drain in the exact middle of the courtyard just outside the lobby. The building’s sides were a V surrounding it (with the pillars, don’t forget the pillars!). The can was placed on the metal drain. The one of the benches in the courtyard was ‘Jail’ and the person that was ‘It’ had to stand outside of the octagonal brick work that surrounded the metal drain. (It was perfect! We couldn’t have set it up better ourselves!) ‘It’ would face away from the building, cover their eyes, and count to 20-30 and we would scatter under the building. The trick was to maneuver your way to the pillars closest the can with out being seen by ‘It’. Goodness was that hard! Once ‘It’ saw movement all they had to do was identify who it was and which pillar they were hiding behind. “Tap tap tap! I see so-and-so behind the third pillar!” Not only did you have to tap the can on the metal drain but you had to scream “Tap tap tap…” at the top of your lungs. Lucky for us, most of the time they ID’ed the wrong people. Come to think about it…..we were some awfully honest kids. We wouldn’t play with someone if they didn’t come out when they were legitimately caught. Given the fact that all that was needed was a proper ID, you couldn’t talk lest they pin point who you were and where you were hiding. But inevitably some stealthy and swift footed kid would free the slower ‘Jailed’ kids. If not, and we gave up (all the players were NEVER caught) the first kid would get to be the next ‘It’. I’m tellin’ you it was perfect! So much so I never came upstairs when the street lights came on. And my mother always yelled at me for that. God forbid if I came home with grass stains all over myself. Diving for the ground so that you wouldn’t be spotted will give you plenty of grass stains that’s for sure! I want to thank the webmaster for this forum! I’ve enjoyed it immensely!
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Did anyone ever see/buy…
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Did anyone ever see/buy the soldier set advertised on the back of comics?! boy were they small. In general, getting the more obscure soldiers was my favorite idea. The bazooka guy down on one knee, like on the on deck circle, one bayonet guy to a bag, and a gas man, with a tank on his back. sort of like a vendor would have selling hot chocolate (cocoa if you prefer)at a cold stadium. Gary
> Does anyone remember the…
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> Does anyone remember the four finger drag in Skellzie I don’t remember it being called the “four finger drag,” but I now recall “dragsies” and “pushies”, both bogus cap-flicking techniques abhorred by true Skully players. I will add these variations to my next revision of the “Official Skully Rules”… http://www.westnet.com/~hmcnally/skully/skullyrules.pdf You’ll need the Adobe Acrobat reader to view this, which you can get FOR FREE at http://www.adobe.com/. BTW, the story recounted a couple of days ago by popbet is dead-on accurate… the same Skully cap development happened to me in the Bronx (Fordham Road/Jerome Avenue/St. Nicholas of Tolentine/Alexanders area). I still have my dominator, and, as proven at the recent Back to Brooklyn festival, it still dominates. -HMM
Our “spin the bottle” game…
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Our “spin the bottle” game was a little hotter than the ones described above…See, when the bottle was pointing toward you,the boy who had spined wasn’t kissing you on the cheek (girls weren’t kissing them there eighther). But if you really didn’t whant to be kissed by the “ugly one”, you had the choice to answer a very embarassing question (like who would you like to go out whit ??) and you had to say the truth. funny old times…
I almost forgot. Does anyone…
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I almost forgot. Does anyone remember the four finger drag in Skellzie. Also guys would HEAD FOR THE HILLS when another would become killer. I remember chasing a guy all over Carmine Street park just to blast him after I would become a killer. Great memories, give me a Manhattan Special….Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!