Hello all, It's good to see all the old gang here, even if most are from the "younger" bunch from Dennis' age bracket. Those were the day's before "playdates" and the constant running around, all day cartoons and 800 channels of nothing on TV that comes with modern day parenting. We all left the house at 9am after morning cartoons and we didn;t come home until the street lights came on, and even then someones mother was always screaming that it was time to come home, then we all knew we had to skeedadle. I told my kids about playing Kick the Can on the same street corner, and one of these days in between dance, baseball, football, PS2 and Wii I'm going to show them how to play.
Here's a pic from Dennis and I in Manhattan one fine day...
Good thing Peter didn't shoot me with that thing... Don;t worry Pete, all has been forgiven for ages
Joe Z
2 comments:
I remember games of kick the can that went on for hours. Or going down to the vacant lot behind PC Richards, finding a box from a refrigerator and turning it into a tank tread (three kids would roll it from the inside). Or after seeing the movie Tora Tora Tora me, Pete Seimsen and one or two other kids riding up and down Prospect Place on our bicycles making believe we were dropping bombs over the Japs. Speaking of assinine things, didn't Joey Z break his foot trying to jump some bikes on a ramp made from taking a picnic table bench and knocking off one of the legs?
I really don't believe that you can convey the power of our collective imaginations back then.
It was something close to magic.
Then "Pong" came along and that was the beginning of the end.
As far as the "tank", we pummeled anything that got in our path. We took down, honest to god, bushes with those things. Someone always had to be a look out(if possible). We'd crash into a parked car, and just change direction.
Prospect Place was our own contained garden of fun. All we needed was immagination and a little mischief. I remember Bermis, rather annoyed, would say to us "Why don't you kids go down to the park a play!" Our response was "what for". Of course we did go to the park(s), where our favorite pastime was rolling down Newbridge hill. This might explian the lack of brain cells we have today.lol
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