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you're back to square one. LIFE IS SO FUCKING CRUEL. |
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life wasn't cruel to me then, or at least i didn't recognize that it was. |
And when you played marbles as a kid, did you shoot into a circle or into a small hole scooped out of the ground? |
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In high school, doubles was the name of the game. After dinner, there would be a line some twenty pairs deep in the quad, just waiting for a chance at the coveted fourth square, and the brass ring of poobahhood. I loved taking a high set, and just nonchalanting it into the corner of a neighboring square at the last possible moment, or drilling a shot right between two partners, leaving them each looking to the other to make the set. The other game of choice in high school was floor pong, although that was only in my dorm. The basic premise was that the ball could bounce as many times as you liked on the table, but you were only allowed one bounce on the floor before hitting it back on. Partners alternate, and position be damned, you follow the ball whereever it goes. Dead floor tiles, the bike rack, and the fireplace provided challenges. |
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four square is played on an 8' x 8' square divided equally into four squares. the measurements might not be exact, but you get the idea. we always played with one of those red, basketball sized playground balls. the kind you'd play dodgeball with. the squares are numbered clockwise, square one to square four. square four is the king or president or something. square one is your basic asshole. s4 serves, bouncing the ball into another square. the ball is then bounces around until someone misses it or fires it outside of a square. when this happens, that person is out. everyone shifts up a square to fill the empty square, and someone who is waiting in line drops into square one. there are a ton of rules variations and terms that schoolyard games tend to have. i won't go into it. i stopped playing somewhere before 6th grade. i don't know what's up with this highschool shit. |
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neighborhood we played kick-the-can and mud-gutter. i still can't figure out how we really played a game about running back and forth across the street. we also used to pretend that we were holding up a rope across the street when it got dark. when cars went by we fell down. often they would screech to a stop and get out yelling. we had a rickety old pool table in our basement. my sister and i used to make up songs and sing loud and crazy as we played until we were laughing so hard we ran out of breath. we stayed in the basement a lot, mostly to keep away from my dad. we also used to climb all over everything in a 'no touching the ground' game of tag. |
I remember playing "kick the can" and bike tag as well. Bike tag was a version of "it" involved riding around on your bikes with a tennis ball, and try to tag the other players by drilling them with the ball. Mostly, though, I wasn't invited to play in a lot of neighborhood games, becuase I usually only had one friend at a time and other kids wouldn't play with me (now I know it was because they were afraid of my yeti heritage). So I spent more time riding bikes, running around in the woods, or playing with my massive collection of transformers, GI Joes, and star wars guys by myself. Perhaps that's how I missed out on foursquare, becasue it does vaguely ring a bell. |
let me serve as an example to your future children. they don't grow up to be like dave. |
having sex and doing drugs and i didn't. that's when i started inventing computer programs i would write [64k apple, a-ha-ha] and riding my bike two miles to my best friends house. we would play with her rabbit outside [to avoid her dad] and make up songs. hey. i want to write a song to sing at my sister's wedding in october, anyone wanna help? not like i have any idea how that would work. i've recently lost my anxiety over ruining my children if i ever have them. i figure they'll be with me specifically to learn whatever they learn from me. |
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i worry that they'll spend their time finding things to do to avoid me. |
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i) loving someone you can't have ii) guilt |
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We called it "Smear The Queer" We broke my neighbor's ankle. I got my two front teeth busted and had to have them capped. |
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I was watching Jackass last night -- that show always makes me think of growing up, and all the shit we used to do when we were kids (albeit not as hardcore as those Jackass guys). |
I love those red balls that we had in the school yard for dodge ball or kick ball. You could kick those damn things to the moon, and I had long enough fingers i could get a good grip and beam the ball during dodge ball. |
Fuck I'm getting old. |
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something about that sound |
there is a high school football field near my house. Id love to get one and play kick ball again. |
Reminds me of a qoute, "Inside every old person is a young person wondering what the fuck happened" |
the booger/sleeve thing reminds me of the time i helped some kid zip his jacket in kindergarten. a few seconds later i threw up. i wouldn't go near him ever again cause i thought he made me sick. i threw up a lot in kindergarten. have i told that story before? i'm having the feeling that i'm getting to be like my nana. telling the same story over and over, sometimes in the same conversation. |
i never pegged girls.... |
I still think that's funny. |
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http://www.jannabrittonandabbeville.com/ |
DODGE THIS |
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We played 4-square at recess, too, only the 1 square was the good square and the 4 square was the loser. Tetherball. Jumping rope. Stilts. Pogo-stick. Swings. Can't remember anything else we played with at recess. At home, my brother and I also played in the woods. Wood pirates, explorers, pioneers, detectives, wizards, etc. We also acted out scenes from cartoons (e.g. Robotech and the Transformers) and books (e.g. Peter Pan). We tried repeatedly to build a tree-house, but the other neighbor kids kept taking it down. Jerks. |
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