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YankeeRebel
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Beans are great.I'll pass on the chili unless there is hardly any beans in it. I'm not into chili and cheese on a hotdog.
Beans are great.I'll pass on the chili unless there is hardly any beans in it. I'm not into chili and cheese on a hotdog.
Beans are great.
Question Of The Day:
What was your favorite childhood game?
King Of The Hill, this was a game we played in the winter when snowplows would pile up mountains of snow we would all gather at the foot of the and scurry to the top of the mound. Once you made it to the top the idea was to throw the person on the top off the hill and take control.
I knew that would make the list and I suspect Kick The Can may also!~Smear the queer.
Question Of The Day:
What was your favorite childhood game?
King Of The Hill, this was a game we played in the winter when snowplows would pile up mountains of snow we would all gather at the foot of the and scurry to the top of the mound. Once you made it to the top the idea was to throw the person on the top off the hill and take control.
Loved Street Hockey.Street hockey, sandlot football or baseball.
Loved Street Hockey.
We use to take a Wiffle Ball and cover it in about 8 layers of masking tape, then push in the slots and use it as a puck. You would get wicked curves with that damn thing
I knew that would make the list and I suspect Kick The Can may also!~
I remember the Blizzard of 78 that was a damn fine stormSeriously though, Cowboys and Indians (in the city...), BMX bikes were a new fad and we would set up ramps everywhere to do our best Evil Knievel imitations.
I used to dig holes and hollow out the snow banks to make forts out of.
Until a little storm blew threw in 1978.
HUGE snow banks meant some incredible snow forts.
I was coming out of one, I was completely oblivious as to what was happening the snow was so thick, no sound was coming through. A loader was scooping up the snow and putting it in dump truck to dump it in the harbor. The operator had just scooped the back side of the snow bank I was in and the whole snow bank collapsed just as I was sliding out.
I had no idea.
A higher power was looking out for me that day. SCARED THE SHIT out of me. I never dug another snow fort.
As kids we had license to run through any neighbor's yard and would have neighborhood capture the flag and team hide and seek.. They worked similar and either were as much fun as a kid could have.Question Of The Day:
What was your favorite childhood game?
King Of The Hill, this was a game we played in the winter when snowplows would pile up mountains of snow we would all gather at the foot of the and scurry to the top of the mound. Once you made it to the top the idea was to throw the person on the top off the hill and take control.
We had very similar situation.As kids we had license to run through any neighbor's yard and would have neighborhood capture the flag and team hide and seek.. They worked similar and either were as much fun as a kid could have.
Something tells me that nobody was playing...I lived in South Boston.
We played "beat up the new guy"
Something tells me that nobody was playing...
HUGE snow banks meant some incredible snow forts.
I would jump my bike over kids. A pretty dumb thing to do, but not as dumb as being the kid who was being jump...BMX bikes were a new fad and we would set up ramps everywhere to do our best Evil Knievel imitations.
Kinda makes me think of something I've avoided my whole life.. An avalanche. Winter of 78 I remember snow banks at the shopping centers and schools big enough for tunnels and I don't know how at least one kid didn't get caught when a tunnel collapsed in.I the fifties, we dug snow bank tunnels that were sometimes 200-300 feet long. Hardly anyone had a car and the driveways were never shoveled. The only thing that broke up a tunnel was the little path that people cut through for the post man and milk delivery. Yeah, remember when the milkman came 2-3 times a week and left milk, butter, eggs etc??
Yeah, remember when the milkman came 2-3 times a week