Conference rdvax::grateful

	jump on a swing, and get going as high as you can, then kick
	your shoes off and see how far they go...then jump off before
	the swing stops.

...then go see the orthopedist.  

	old_fart_with_a_bad_back

	BZZZZZT!  Go to old-fart note, Do not pass GO, Do not collect $200...

    
        Chew Bazooka bubble gum and blow really B I G bubbles.
    
        Then there was the bad kid days:
    
        Drink Boones Farm wine in the alley
    
    Sloan
         

    when someone makes what they think is a good point in their argument,
    say "That's a really good point ya got there, maybe if ya wear a hat no
    one will notice."
    
    rfb

    
    we used to hit people when we either stood on a pack of lucky strick
    cigs and say, 'lucky strick' or when we saw a vw bug, we'd punch
    someone saying, 'punch buggy'.  Then yell out, 'no punch/strick backs'
    to keep the other person from getting ya back.

    that was "slug-bug" for us!!!
    
    rfb

    
     I remember punch buggies...
    

    
    What happened to throw rocks at trains?  
    
    

pennies or frogs on the train trax...well, we were kids after all :)

lisnin to my big brothers records...Beatles, Stones, Electric Prunes, Cowsills,
Beatles, Gary Lewis & the Playboys...

re: last couple, that reminds me:

Put a penny or other coin on a trolley/train track to flatten it when the
trolley/train rides over it.

Shake up a can of soda and roll it under a bus wheel that's driving by [SPLASH!]

Do the ole' "rope trick", where you put people on other sides of the street
making believe they're holding a rope across the road, and watch cars stop
thinking there's a rope they'd drive through.  [For extra fun, use a real rope
tied between light poles, but don't just stand there! ;-)]

Fill up water baloons on a hot day, and toss em at your friends.

Play army.

Cop a couple of smokes from your mom (preferable "Kents"), and smoke em up.
(this should fall under the category, do something stupid...)


Ahhh the old memories of growing up in Dorchester [dawchesta] are coming back...

/Ken

     <<< Note 515.10 by TOLKIN::OSTIGUY "I am a man waving at the waves" >>>

>lisnin to my big brothers records..................Cowsills,

hey Wes!

This belongs in the "True Confessions" note :) :)   

\bobo

>Cop a couple of smokes from your mom (preferable "Kents"), and smoke em up.

	wow. yeah, swipin' my dad's kents. and gettin caught   :-/
	
	how about scrappin' snow from the sides of the freezer and
	throwing snowballs at cars in july   ;-)
	

    
    Take flour to the movie theatre (with a balcony) and blow it off onto
    the people below.  
    

    
    Sigh. 
    
    I'm thinking about those hot, summer nights playing flashlight tag for 
    hours.
    
    Piles of dirt were infinite oppotunities for hours of unlimited Tonka 
    pleasure.  Now they mean nothing to me.
    
    What I wouldn't do to be physically and metally stripped of my growth 
    and returned to the world of boyhood for a day or two.   

    i always liked the tick tock game with the bolt tied to a long piece of
    string then tacked to the side of the house...we then proceeded to run
    the string across the street and up a hill and pull on the string so
    the bolt slammed against the house....
    Watching the people come outside and look around only to hear it stop
    until they went back inside was rather entertaining....
    
    this ended rather abruptly when one neighbor decided to come poking
    around the bushes with a .357, looking for the miniature culprits
    

	we played a lot of baseball back then, too.
	kids today don't play bb like we used to.
	we'd play everywhere, all the time. at recess in school, at the
	ball park after school, in the backyard 'til it got dark and you
	couldn't see the ball anymore. by the time we played organized
	ball, in peewee league or little league, we knew the game. it's
	funny to watch kids now, who play in peewee league and really
	have no sense of the game. kids play soccer now. *soccer*! what
	kinda game is that?!  ;-)
	

    did you hit a rock around with the tusk from a mastadon that the tribe
    had killed just hours before????

>              -< Kids today are 1.stronger 2. bigger 3. athletic >-

	HaH. they're bigger alright. and rounder, with flatter bottoms.
	
	rock? mastadontusk?  puHLeez!
	we made balls of hardened tree sap, covered with mamoth skin.
	and carved bats from mahogany.
	we had *class*  !!

    I played countless hours of street hockey when I was a kid.
    Some baseball too, but hockey was the big thing.

    When I got to the teens, the big pass-the-time thing was street stickball,
    using a "pimple" ball (remember those?) cut in half for the ball and a
    broomstick handle for the bat.

    With half a hollow rubber ball you could get some wild pitches across the
    street, wicked (there's a kids word ;-) curves and dips.  If you hit the 
    ball right you could get a decent projection.
    
    There was no running after a hit though.  Instead, the triple decker
    apt building across the street was the "field".  Anything that hit the
    first floor or below was a single; 2nd floor, double; 3rd floor triple;
    the roof was a homah (and sometimes end of game ;-).   

    /Ken

    
    I played a lot of pickup baseball as a kid, never liked pitching to my
    big brother, who had a tendency to hit line drives up the middle.  That
    is the best way to learn baseball as a kid.....the Little League stuff
    was good, but was not good enough alone.  It seems that kid's sports
    are far too organized far too early, strikes me as sad.  In a way I
    feel it takes away a child's natural ability to be creative, like any
    kid had to be who played in a pickup game in the neighborhood.  My son
    is two, so I have a few years to go before I can say first hand how
    bizarre kids sports are (because of adults) these days.....
    
    Hogan (played catch at lunch twice this week!!!)
    
    

    I just signed my son Timmy up for T-ball, baseball for beginners,
    with no pitching I don't think, I'm new at this too.

    Picture an inverted T on the ground about 2-3 feet tall, adjustable hight.
    The ball goes on the top, the kids hit the ball from there, and run like
    in regular baseball.

    Didn't have that when *I* was a kid (ie, "in my day" ;-).

    /Ken
    

    on thing I warn everyone that is about to enroll their kids in
    competitive, organized sports, and that is the "competitive" part.
    I've seen so-called "coaches" yell , scream, and mentally hurt little
    kids cause they couldn't perform as well as their peers. I've also seen
    some of my friends take said "coach" aside afterwards and say "If I
    ever see you belittle a kid like that again, I will personnaly take
    you out." be careful with "role models".
    
    rfb

    but then again
    sports will make them a better student.....more competitive......give
    them better self esteem....
    give them a scholarship to college so mom and dad don't have to pay for
    it....
    
     there are pros and cons to everything

	re Ken & Street Hockey

	man every day we'd be out in the street playing hockey
	rain/shine/snow  all year round. It was the greatest!

	playin Hide-n-seek (nobody could fine me) but now I wonder
	if they really tried  8-)

											
	Toby

    Don't get me wrong, Cris...I've nothing against sports for the reasons
    U mentioned, ok well maybe I have a real hard time with giving bozo's a
    4 year trip thru school cause they can throw a " _____" better than my
    daughter can. BUT!!!! in my long years of studying humans (I'm not one)
    *NONE* of the jocks (no negitive term there, just an easy way to
    "catagorize" for the sake of this useless discussion) I knew became the
    "better students" or had any "better self-esteem" because of sports,
    now maybe they were better students already or already had a feeling of
    self-worth because of some other factor in their lives (but I often saw
    morals, sensitivity etc,. go to hell when egos due to sports got bigger
    than their brains) but I would never say it was due to sports. In fact,
    during the 60's and 70's we all KNEW the only thing a talent for
    throwing a "-----" got you was a job throwing a grenade in VietNam.   
    
    and i've always thought we put to much emphasis on competition and not
    enough on getting along. 
    
    now don't get me wrong. I always excelled in sports and loved them. 
    If it weren't for the fact i was 120 lbs and 5'5" most of my 
    high-school life, i'd a been one hell of a basketball/football player...
    but i always got squished. So I ran cross-country and track on the
    "teams" and played sandlot ball of all sorts. 
    
    besides, they always beat me up for fooling around with their
    girlfriends. 
    
    
    can ya tell I have NOTHING to do????
    
    rfb

    barnes...
    yer a loon!!!!
    
    
    :^)

    wait a minute!! i was expecting a long rebuttal !! U gonna let me off
    that easy!!
                          %^)
    
    rfb

    no argument here
    
    you snatched up their women!!!

	make an angel in the snow

    Be sure to carry a supply of bubbles and a yo-yo!
    
    'noky_whose_string_just_broke

    Write your name in the snow.

>    Write your name in the snow.

	;-)   I really envy that skill  ;-)

	

    
    My 2-year old son and I made a snowman Sunday morning, and it was a
    great feeling to do that again.....
    
    I chose not to write on him though, especially since we made the
    snowman in the front yard ;^)  I'll let Pete pick that skill up himself
    ;^)
    
    Hogan

    Go fishin with a cheap rod-n-reel adn no bait but a worm and a
    grasshopper. 

	...and a safety pin for a hook

Let all the dogs hanging outside around the school inside the school!

Teachers used to get all pissed trying to get the dogs
back outside.

then, one time, 2 dogs were outside the cafeteria window
doing the naughty-naughty act.  everyone eating caught on
and started cheering like mad! the teacher went outside
and broke up the excitement, but man, that *was* funny!

>and started cheering like mad! the teacher went outside
>and broke up the excitement, but man, that *was* funny!

  Broke up the kids' excitement, or the dogs' ?
  
  I was once in a school bus full of junior high schoolers that pretty much
  had to stop & wait (until the dogs finished).  It was that, or run 'em
  over.  One of the dogs belonged to a girl on the bus, who was mortified...

  And not too long ago a Secret Service guy (apparently felt he) had to
  shoot a pair of dogs to get 'em out of the president's path.   - JayC.