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Originally Posted by Debby
I still have burn scars from playing chicken with cigarettes.
We had a shopping cart track, too. My mom had enough, when my cousin opened up his head on a curb though. lol
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Ya, played that, forearm to forearm, loser moves first.
I thought I invented that shopping cart into oncoming traffic game. Probably kids all over with access to shopping carts, hills and plenty of traffic figure out how to put it all together for a delightful mixture of fun and near death experiences.
And I’m pretty positive my mother would have been quite upset to see me careening into on coming traffic atop a shopping cart. It is an activity I’m sure she would have strongly discouraged had she learned of it.
A fun game we often played in North park was “BWANNA”. I came from a place devoid of creativity. Our parks had uninspired names like North Park, South Park, the East End Park and in the Italian section, Columbus Park, perhaps this contributed to my lack of imagination. Anyway at least this game wasn’t named chicken. The rules were simple, one guy was “BWANNA” and he or she had a stick and would chase everyone else until he/she hit one other person with the stick, once you were hit with the stick you found a stick of your own and began chasing people trying to whack them and so on and so on until everyone but one person had a stick. That poor schmuck was the winner and then everyone chased him or her with their sticks, ran the guy down and beat him/her enthusiastically, yelling “BWANNA”. It was always a bittersweet victory. After turning 13, some of us from the old neighborhood would still play this game but we took acid or mescaline first. It added a dimension.
Ah, good times, good times.