I was definately a tomboy. My favorite things to do were to climb trees/fences, and to race people… Actually, I remember once when I was like 6-7, and I had cut my hair (yes I cut it- in kindergarten, very short- my mom kept the scissors away after that!) and someone called me ‘young man’ (I NEVER wore a skirt/dress, except for school picture day)… hehe.
Johnny-ride-a-pony? Anchor man stands with his back against the wall (or in our neighborhood in the Bronx, the garage door) as his teammates bend at the waist and hold on to him and one another in an ever-lengthening human saddle. The members of the opposing team take turns running up to the chain of backs and leaping onto them as far forward as possible in order to make room for the others to jump on. The jumpers win if the “pony” collapses and the “pony” wins if all the jumpers get on and the pony holds. I was always the first jumper since I had great elevation and distance. I was the only girl to hit to two sewers in punch ball. Still a tom-boy, I tend to be assertive (I prefer that to “aggressive”) at the net in tennis and still have great speed if not agility at the age of 57.
How about Kick-the-Can. Everyone hides all over the neighborhood while “It” looks for you. If tagged you come sit by the can in “jail”. “It” tries to tag everyone and the last person found becomes “It”. While “It” is looking for everyone, we would sneak closer to the can so we could kick it, thereby freeing all the prisoners. “It” would then have to count while we hid again.
Most definitely! I spent many hours galloping around our neighborhood (Bell’s Corner in NE Philly) on an imaginary horse. Asked the kids at camp to call me Bobbie. Loved baseball– biggest insult from Daddy was to be told you pitched like a girl. Did the baseball card thing– including attaching them to the spokes of my bike for a motocycle sound. I’m still not very “girlie–” always the first to volunteer to play any kind of baseball game at the kids’ school or from work or at family b-b-qs.
I grew up playing touch football with the boys in the street and still have a pretty good pass (when it’s on, of course). When I was about 7 months pregnant with my last child, I taught my then 5-year old son and his friends how to play the game (just so they wouldn’t kill themselves playing tackle!). Now as an adult, I’m generally the token women at the paddleball courts (4 active courts going!). So, in answer to the question, yes, and I still am!