When I was young we played games that still hold a special place in my heart.
First off a little something called Duck Duck Goose.
Here's how it worked.
Kids sat in a circle and one of the children went along the outside of that circle patting kids on their heads. While he did this he would say, "Duck," every time he would touch one until he said, "GOOSE!" and took off running around the circle. The person who he'd touched stood up and took off running after him and if that person beat him back to their original spot-nothing changed. But if he didn't he would be the person saying, "Duck Duck Goose."
Man, I loved that game and was determined to never be the Duck Duck Goose caller. I wonder if kids today even know Duck Duck Goose.
Got another one for ya.
Remember Red Light Green Light?
Used to play that used to love that.
Another one is something pretty much everyone knows, Hide and Seek. You know the drill-- one person closes their eyes at home base and counts to a hundred, all the rest scatter and hide.
No one ever got to a hundred, by the way, before they said, "Ready or not here I come."
If the person hiding got to home base before the 'seeker' they were safe. If not they had to close their eyes, count, and go find hiding people.
I still don't know how you won that game. You just played until you didn't.
They have a game like that here in Florida that my daughters played when they were younger. It's called Man Hunt and it's played after the sun goes down. Kids were hiding behind hedges and stuff in the dark hoping someone wouldn't find them. I worried because there are snakes and critters down here who come out at night and Dads always imagine the worst.
Kids don't think like that. Dads do. And I don't know how you won that game either.
The playground was a big deal for me.
I used to jump out of swings going so high that my feet tingled when I landed on the ground. Now I would be aghast. Then I just laughed.
I used to go down the slide sitting on wax paper which made the slide slick and fast. I would come down so fast I'd end up landing on my face.
Now I would be aghast. Then I just laughed.
The sand box was my domain.
I was in it for hours building stuff and playing 'trucks.' One thing I didn't know was what was in the sand. I got ring worms from being in there so much. I used to have to carry around a tin of this awful, thick, ointment that I would put on my face to help with that.
I hated it.
I wonder if there's an ointment for video games.
|Times Square at the turn of the century.|
The clock on the left reads just past midnight.
And while I wonder it seems like a good time to say, "Happy New Year!"
So I will.
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