My favorite game was “ride down the hill on your bike with no hands and try to miss the gravel patch at the bottom.” Long name for a dangerous game! I had one or two friends who lived on the same block I did, and it was a very steep hill. I usually managed to miss the gravel patch, but on one memorable occasion, I skidded right into it and took the skin off both elbows and both knees.
Another game–I won’t even try to name this one–was a two-part contest. My friends and I would see who could get the dirtiest. Then we’d go into the house and get white washclothes (sorry, Mom), and see who could paint the coolest designs on our filthy legs and arms with the clean water.
I liked to play touch football, but only if I was wearing white pants. (Again, sorry, Mom.)
You know, maybe it’s a good things I don’t have kids. That way I’m missing the curse–“I hope your kids give you as much trouble as you gave me!”
I loved to play Monopoly, because it was really easy for me to cheat. And I love, love, love Trivial Pursuit. It’s kind of sad, though, because I can’t get anyone to play with me anymore.
We also used to play statues, hide & seek, and Red Rover.
We also liked to play in the street after dark, in defiance of our Mom’s strictest orders. Of course, the last time she caught me doing that I was 12 or 13, taller than she was, and she spanked me with the back of a hairbrush. I was laughing at the ludicrous picture we must have presented. The more I laughed, the harder she hit; the harder she hit, the more I laughed. I finally managed to squeeze out a few tears so she’d stop hitting me.
But at 38, I still play out in the street after dark sometimes!!!