Nostalgia Time- Name Something Fun

you used to do as a kid but for whatever reason don't or can't do now? Good clean fun answers only people. ;)

For me it was digging in a really old private dump that had been there for several generations in the woods behind our house. I found a pretty heavy leaded glass lamp and an old metal clarinet. It was a regular scavenger-treasure hunt especially when we were trying to find all the pieces of the clarinet. We used to know the owner of the property who told us we could keep whatever we found. Since then the property has been sold several times, the dump stuff carted off, and a housing complex built. But boy do I miss that simple free kind of fun.

soda.

I loved comic books too. I had a lot of Archies back then. We used to sit outside on part of our house roof too and watch the fireworks displays that the local amusement park across the lake used to put on every summer.

My friend and I did it for hours on end with the radio playing, stacks of books, and cold drinks. Without anyone coming out and lecturing us on the perils of skin cancer.

I miss those days.

and back then I never worried about what I looked like in my bathing suit over much either.

We'd get up in the morning and congregate at the sandlot next to my parent's house. We'd play all day long and take breaks over at my house getting drinks of water from the garden hose.
We would all choose a ballplayer that we wanted to be. I was Tony Conigliaro of the Red Sox.
What great memories.

My cousins from a larger city used to visit us a lot because we live in what was once a relatively rural area and we'd play softball in our back yard. The neighborhood kids always used to come down and join in.

I miss sweating like crazy running around the neighborhood after the streetlights went off (usual coming home time). It seems like we played forever every night. The greatest thing is no one worried about us being out unsupervised it was just pure fun with no worries.

We used to play kick the can in the dark in our neighborhood.

was always a favorite of mine.............. *staring off into space, going back 45 years or so*

Now that we are all grown up we just don't have the time, or we all have different interests now.

...and taking it all the way down to the edge of town and back was a HUGE adventure. Especially because I occasionally fell off...

Now, not only do I not own a bike, but I live in a much larger town. And although the subway is an adventure of sorts, it just isn't the same....

badge of honor. LOL.

I always wanted a sprinkler but for some reason we didn't have one back then.

I did used to love Pepsi light though with the lemon in it. I was addicted to that stuff in college.

over Christmas vacation, we would take our sleds to the local park, and go up and down the hills all day until it was too dark to see. We didnt even think about stopping to eat.

The skating, the sledding, and the snow days. :hug:

using a piece of 2x4 for a puck
no skates? no problem. just slide around in your boots.

...or is that just me? B-)

who does. ;) My grandma gave me a taste of her beer when I was five because I kept pestering her at a picnic once, and I went "yuck". She just laughed and told me to go back to playing.

with very realistic toy guns or pellet guns.

setting up forward command posts, DMZ's, and perimeters.

we'd play that shit for hours.

and since my closest next door neighbor was a boy with his GI Joes.

make a bazooka out of a piece of PVC pipe with some bottle rockets for ammo.
and no one said "you'll shoot your eye out!"

My sister and I used to catch crawdads, look for snakes, and walk on the rocks in the creek. I don't play in creeks anymore, I play in ponds. :)

We used to look for turtles in the storm drains.

:hug:

It's part of my volunteer job. I take kids for field trips in the woods. It is very rewarding and you never know what you are going to see. Last week we saw a possum wading through a puddle and a garter snake on the trail.

:hug:

Every kid had a pair of rubber boots, and we'd go wading and exploring.

Also, construction sites were pure heaven to kids, as were empty fields (such innocent times!), hills (for sledding) and frozen-over ponds (for ice skating).

or all weekend long. I miss that. Can't any more as the farm was split up and sold and I am far too large and old for a dirt bike these days. I don't think it would work very well living in a city, either.

I miss the days when our area was more rural. My father went out of the family farm before I was born but a farmer used to rent our land and our barns and we used to have hours of fun jumping off the back of the barn into haystacks, playing hide and seek in the corn fields, etc. My uncle still had a working farm though and even just riding through the fields on the back of the wagons to help locate new born calfs was a treat for me.

'Cause it's fun to say. But I did play it. Mine looked a little different.

We never had that game.

I saw all their pictures when I looked for a graphic of the game.

Loved that game! It did look different though...

On edit:

My game looked like that. My picture must be the original danish version of the game or something.

We used this mini wooden baseball bat and a tennis ball and the field was only about 20 feet long and 10 feet wide.
It was one on one baseball.

My friend Steve and I killed so many trees by writing down our stats but we had so much fun.

step baseball or curb baseball. My front porch had about 5 cement steps and sat on a drive way that was maybe 20 feet deep. Anyhow, you throw the ball off the steps and the guy(s) in the 'field' had to catch it. We had singles, doubles, triples, homeruns. Same thing for curb baseball in the street. Always debating whether tennis balls or rubber balls were better.Spent many an hour whiling away the summer doing this.......... :)

Day after day of sleeping late, riding my bike, playing with my friends all day and into the evening, staying up late watching TV or playing with my sister.

Also the joy of hearing a snow day announced on the TV or radio always thrilled me.

actually, my sister and I have purchased skates recently and went to the rink. What an awakening. Have to re-learn all over again.
aarrghhhh.

That's great that you and your sister are relearning. I would never have the courage. I always wondered about going ice skating again but I would probably break my neck or at least an arm or a leg.

what you look like. i got my skating badge for girl scouts and have loved skating ever since. i've fallen a few times and it hurts, but i do have wrist, knee and elbow pads on when i skate. just have to regain my 'skating legs' again. just when my body remembers it and i get going, the brain kicks in saying "what in the hell do you think you're doing" - that's when i have a tendency to fall.

it will come back to me, though. i have faith.

Roller skating's what I was gonna add!!!
Around and around.
To Queen or Hall & Oats!

We had a mountain for a back yard and my brother and I would take a big old cardboard box way up the mountain and slide down in it. I'm surprised we were never killed - we'd fly over big humps of snow-covered rock and get airborne and there were trees everywhere - we weren't on any trail or clear area. But man! it was fun. :)

There was a little ski hill at the local park, too, with a t-bar lift. It wasn't much but every kid in town learned to ski there. It's been closed down for about 10 years now because there's never enough snow any more (but there's no global warming, folks :sarcasm: ).

That somes like some exciting sledding. I also know what you mean about the snow. They keep having to cancel most Winter Rush events around here or bring in snow from other areas. How sad, and I live in Upstate NY. One year Rochester had to truck in the snow. And then now of course we get a freak snow storm in spring, but as you said nothing's wacky about the climate. :sarcasm:

fishing at the lake and at my grandparent's ocean home, going to the beach in LA (Lower ALabama!)playing in creeks, playing tennis and swimming at the community center, and riding my bike all over the little town all day long and never having to tell my parents where I was going.


I had a great childhood. :)

How great to be able to be near the ocean at your grandparents. I've seen the Atlantic and have always dreamed about visiting the Pacific someday too.

and I had to wear a full wetsuit. It was so worth the effort because the ocean was amazing! Purple sea urchins, kelp and bright orange and hot pink sea stars!

I hope that you can see it someday! :)

edit: I've never been to your part of the world except for two trips to NYC. I'd love to see the rest of NY state and the northeast in general! I'd really love to go to the races at Saratoga, visit the Jersy Shore, visit Boston, whale watch off the New Hampshire coast and see the fall leaves in Vermont.

It is really beautiful here especially in the fall. The Naples grapes are delicious too.

...and hide inside until all the angry shouting stops.

:hug:

You can't have too many forts.

Or snowmen or sand castles either.

Forts - whether they be snow or sand or lawnchairs and blankets.

Teepees, too. :D

In retrospect -- what the hell were my parents thinking? :wtf:

My cousin had two horses one who liked to nip and the other who liked to kick whom ever was standing behind him.

I never wore a helmet until I started taking English riding lessons in grade 9. Up until then, I never wore a helmet of any sort.

I used to make sand mud pies.

but I will try. If anyone can make sense of this, please let me know.

Let's say you have a furniture store or something with display windows at street level before the actual store entrance.

There were windows that ran parallel to the street and sidewalk, and also a window that ran perpendicular from that window, forming a right angle.

You would get your friend to stand at the corner of the windows, with the actual corner visually splitting his body in two. Then you would side up to the window he was perpendicular to, put your face against the glass, and look at him. He would then lift his arm and leg on the side, and it would appear that BOTH of his legs were lifting off the ground. Its just a little visual trick.

Can anyone see what the heck I am rambling about here?

this is sooooo hard to explain. The half of his body that you see as you normally would (not hidden by the combo of windows) is also reflected off the perpendicular window, so it is that reflection that does exactly what the side he is actually moving is doing. Any better explanation yet? I'n going to try to google it to see if I can find a picture....:hi:

On the western most fringe.

I grew up in the 60's and 70's in a beautiful, vibrant village. My best friend and I were never bored. Ice skated on the creek running through the middle of our town in the winter. Spent summer days at the playground making pot holders, plaster of paris plaques, boon doggles, and ashtrays for our mothers out of little tiles (all our mothers smoked). With a note from my mother I could go buy her cigarettes at the corner store -- no questions asked.

It was the very best childhood that I would not trade for the world.

And, yes, loved trips to the dump on Saturdays so we could find a treasure.

The ice skating on the creeks and ponds was always fun in this area! In the winter here they used to make the local marina into a skating rink and I agree it really was a great place to grow up.