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Hello- fellow Brooklynites, Remember the dangerous games (toys) like Click-Clacks (guaranteed concussion, or spiritual revelation), and the digestibly lethal Super Elastic Bubble Plastic (that we all chewed)? Did they even have federal agencies to stop these things before they came to the market back then? We lived through them, so I guess all is well. Peace-out, Denise
I was suckered into buying the “turtle kit” too. I named my turtle “Lenny”, the name of a family friend. When the turtle died, I refused to believe it. My father poked him with a Q-Tip to prove to me that he was no longer moving and had passed on. To make his death a little less traumatic for me, my parents put him in an ashtray they had taken from Caesars Palace during their trip to Las Vegas. They threw poor Lenny down the incinerator in the Caesars Palace ashtray and said, “At least he died in class”. I still remind them of this and we all get a big kick out of it (especially since we all now live in Las Vegas).
My first kiss? It was over 20 years ago. It was with this girl Barabara who was 11 (I was 13). We were hanging at in her apartment with a bunch of friends and several times she would pull me off to a corner or something but nothing came of it. Then, she pulled me into a darkened bathroom, shut the door, and WOW! A french kiss I’ll never forget. She might have forgotten — but I sure won’t.
Chinese Double-dutch. Any girls remember that? It was played at all the great melting pot schools in the working class areas…which is pretty much Brooklyn personified. My area was Ditmas Junior High (IS 62). And Chinese double-ddutch is a game played with two girls standing on either end, but instead of holding clothes line rope they’re inside of a long chain-link of sturdy rubberbands. The jumper must negotiate complex “Twister-like” contortions with torso and legs and always be able to jump outside of the rubber bands, both legs free and clear.For lunch a big mixture of kids would flock together to varying restaurants to eat anything from Kasha Varnishkas (spelled right?) Pizza, tandoori chicken, egg rolls, canolli… you have it. We even traded bagged lunches. My pastrami for your fried chicken… it always worked out. This was a cultural exchange between the Asian and the African sisters back in the early 70’s, where we found common ground despite the odds. Some of those kids I’ve seen through life in Paris, Frisco, and Miami. It’s a small big world in Brooklyn. PS: I found out the game was Skully, not Skelly… thanks.