I never even tried a Hula Hoop until last summer – that’s right – summer 1998. Which of course I couldn’t do – but my kids had gotten a hula hoop as a gift and periodically – I mean each day periodically I would try to do it and finally I was able to do it to some degree. My friend, with a great body, had this idea that she should go to the beach and use a hula hoop and try to sell them as a great exercise method. She never did it, but my stomach muscles did hurt after I finished with my daily attempts. Before my family moved to Manhattan, we lived in an apartment building in Brooklyn, and after we had to come inside my brother would continue to use that pogo stick no matter how much our downstairs neighbors would bang.
Hula hoops were another game us girls used to play. I doubt if I could go one “round-a-bout” today, but, waaaaay back then, I could shimmy that hoop round my hips many times … I think I even had a PINK hoop!!! 🙂
I was the pogo stick champ of my block. I could pogo down steps, up steps, off stoops, you name it. I sucked at hoola hoops but pogo was my thing. I grew up on 175th Street off MaCoombs Road in the Bronx. I went to PS 104 school. THere was nothing like growing up in those days of the early 60s.
We, generation “Y” had “skip-its” its a ufo looking globe about the size of a semi flattened soft ball connected to a rod that was connected to a loop that was stuck around your ankle, you swung it around you and jumped over it. and it counted how many jumps you had, pretty cool if your 8..