That is quite a memory you’ve just brought up. There were two games - Rallyo (two equal teams) and Two Man Hunt (two against the mob) - both being extended Hide and Seek, really. God I used to be fucking great at climbing trees!
sigh…
I miss being able to run, any time I wanted. I was fast, back in high school- if not the fastest person in the school, at least in the top ten… and I wasn’t even on the track team!
Now, however… I’ve got what’s known as Anterior Compartment Syndrome, which means that I can’t run a hundred yards without being crippled by incredibly painful leg cramps. This sucks.
Goofing off with my cousins at my grandparents’ house. When my grandmother always kept the freezer stocked with Klondikes, ice cream sandwiches, and JELLO pudding pops. We’d always manage to get into mischief, and usually one of the adults would end up yelling at us-before we’d take off and cause even more trouble.
Before my beloved Aunt Gigi died, when she used to take me shopping on my birthday, and then take me and my cousin Marc (her son) out to lunch for the day.
Back when my cat, Fluffy, was around and used to come up and sleep on my feet in the winter time.
Being a little kid on Christmas morning, back when I still believed in Santa.
Basically just all the fun, goofy, silly times when I was a kid.
I miss going out drinking with my friends when it was actually something fun to do. Before my 30s, nothing beat going out with a bunch of my close friends I knew since high school, or my fraternity brothers from college. It was a new, fun experience, hitting clubs and bars and staying out until the wee hours of the morning. What crazy adventure will we get in tonight? An added bonus was if someone hooked up.
Now, it’s just not fun. Usually I’m out drinking for work functions which to me is an extension of work itself. “Fun hip crowd” now seems like “desperate Sex and the City wannabe drma queen” and “fat drunk and stupid guy still living the dream guy” to me. I’d just assume stay at home and watch Discovery Channel with my girlfriend.
Summer camp was pretty cool too.
Sometimes it can. The feeling of being in love for the second time ever can be pretty amazing, too.
Yeah, if I had a temporoscope I would cease to be a productive person. A couple weeks in the summer of 1976 and most of the fall of 1986 would be on endless replay.
I think I’m willing to go there again; I don’t know if I’m able. Where I was once open and finding words and thoughts for the first time, now the emotionally erotic has its behaving patterns and its speaking patterns, and I would behave towards and speak to the new SHE as if she were being auditioned, and what was spontaneous and felt so special once upon a time would be said to her and now I would know it’s just how I am towards any female occupying that position, not so much to do with her really, just me in that situation.
Oh myself and my ex used to lay in bed and watch the discovery channel or similar.She had a child-like amazement at some of the stuff in the world.We’re still really good friends but we will never lay there together and watch animal planet again.
You need therapy.