Did anyone ever play the game survivor?
It'd start with one guy trying to catch/tag everyone else. Once you were tagged, you were part of his team trying to catch everyone else. The game would end with one guy remaining that wasn't caught. He'd be the winner and crowned the sole survivor.
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I grew up on a cresent that very little traffic. We would play street hockey up to 7 nights a week depending on the road conditions during the winter. The worst part was missing the net and having to run after the ball - especially if it was a slap shot. In grade 6 we organised a tournamnet with other streets in our area. It was like our version of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Of course games would get heated and fights would break out and someone often went home with a bloody nose.
Did anyone ever play the game survivor?
It'd start with one guy trying to catch/tag everyone else. Once you were tagged, you were part of his team trying to catch everyone else. The game would end with one guy remaining that wasn't caught. He'd be the winner and crowned the sole survivor.
We played a massive game of that during a school camping trip one year, grade 6 I think. 90+ students.. it was amazing.
I loved my neighborhood growing up. It seemed every 2nd house had kids within one year age of my brother and I. One kid and his brothers had a half pipe they built in their back yard, behind that is where I saw my first titty!
Speaking of kids these days, I just got back from Europe. My girlfriend coaches gymnastics and 2 of her kids, 16 and 17, stayed after the competition to see some of Europe for a couple weeks. We were taking care of them as a favor to their parents who didn't have the means to go. The worst thing that could have happened is all the apartments we stayed in had Wifi. These kids would skip seeing some amazing sites so they could sit there online by themselves dicking around on facebook. Why'd try get everyone to hang out at night, but it was impossible to play a game without them getting lost off on their iPads at the table. It was brutal. I'm certain they'll regret it looking back. I hope so at least. Sure maybe they didn't feel like climbing another hill to see another monument or view point, but I bet they would have been happy about it after the fact. Who knows if they'll get a chance to go back.
There used to be this fat, disgusting ice cream man who drove around on the little Dickee Dee cart in Whitehorn. He was old, greasy, and grouchy and from what I can remember just the worst human being ever.
One time we baited him to one of the corners of Whitefield Close, and we sent out one innocent looking kid with a $5 bill to buy an ice cream bar.
As soon as that guy got out of his cart, six of us jumped out from behind bushes and cars with crazy Super Soakers and water balloons - he was drenched within seconds. It was good for him, it looked like he needed a shower.
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There used to be this fat, disgusting ice cream man who drove around on the little Dickee Dee cart in Whitehorn. He was old, greasy, and grouchy and from what I can remember just the worst human being ever.
One time we baited him to one of the corners of Whitefield Close, and we sent out one innocent looking kid with a $5 bill to buy an ice cream bar.
As soon as that guy got out of his cart, six of us jumped out from behind bushes and cars with crazy Super Soakers and water balloons - he was drenched within seconds. It was good for him, it looked like he needed a shower.
...and from that day forward, every ice cream treat had a pube stuck to it.
I love the comment of playing on dirt hills and throwing dirt bombs at each other!
And construction sites! hahaha, when I was 3 I was playing at a construction site, and fell into the pit and got a piece of rebar through my hip, and exited out my shoulder. Missed all my organs, but I had a dandy scar on my hip and shoulder, and was covered in wet cement.
I also remember playing kick the can with about 20 kids from the street until about 11pm on weekends, and riding my bike non-stop whenever I could. Leave in the morning at 10am, show up for dinner, then leave again and just bike around town...
Also riding my bike to school and walking to school in grade 1... I see most grade 6-7 kids these days getting rides to school.
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I love the comment of playing on dirt hills and throwing dirt bombs at each other!
And construction sites! hahaha, when I was 3 I was playing at a construction site, and fell into the pit and got a piece of rebar through my hip, and exited out my shoulder. Missed all my organs, but I had a dandy scar on my hip and shoulder, and was covered in wet cement.
I also remember playing kick the can with about 20 kids from the street until about 11pm on weekends, and riding my bike non-stop whenever I could. Leave in the morning at 10am, show up for dinner, then leave again and just bike around town...
Also riding my bike to school and walking to school in grade 1... I see most grade 6-7 kids these days getting rides to school.
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you basically got turned into human kabob?
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Man I grew up in the 90's (entered high school in 1997) in Brandon Manitoba and my childhood mirrors a lot of your own. Including the stupid "oh man, how did we not die or get arrested" stories.
One particular incident I remember from my early teen years was when my buddy came across about 1/2 a container of gun powder in his parent's garage. In started out simply enough, dump some on the ground, light it on fire and go whooooo
Of course the piles kept getting bigger & bigger, and we started fill things like film containers and pringles cans before lighting them etc. Eventually we managed to fill his entire garage with smoke, like a LOT of smoke. Then we saw his mom's vehicle passing the back of the house.
"Shoot! we need a distraction!"
So we closed the front door of the garage and climbed onto the roof of the garage. She gets home and immediately ask: "what the hell are you doing on the roof!" "uhh just hanging out, we're bored" "Get down from there and stay off the roof!" and she stormed into the house without giving the garage a second look.
Another cops and robbers and crab apple fight kid here
Yes Crab Apple fights with home made sling shots rubber tubing, a leather patch and bent bike forks that was great. Somebody mentioned rock fights and dirt balls, what boy didn't do that. It was always funny hitting a kid with a dirtball in the hair. We had a rule when it came to rock fights though no throwing rocks at the head/face. If that happened there was always a fight afterwards. None of this several kids/teens attacking 1 kid or so and kicking them in the head. None of that garbage. A real honest fist fight.
Our generation as kids definatly had thicker skin.
I remember one of my friends jumping his BMX off a ramp over a empty basement foundation off a ramp and all the parents came outside to watch him do it.
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We used to have rock fights on my block. We would form two lines, probably about 35 feet apart, face each other and then just whip rocks at one another. It all stopped once one kid got it in the forehead and had to go get a bunch of stitches.
we had chair fights in grade 7 (last year of elementary, my town only had grade school and high school) that got pretty epic. several injuries and many holes through walls. thing is if we chucked a chair through a wall, we would grab a poster hanging on a wall near it and just move it to cover the hole up. when the school year ended and they took down all the posters, all hell broke loose
I distinctly remember making one of my pals (and member of this board) ride his bike back and forth in front of a park fence while me and another pal shot crab apples at him with sligshots.
Those slingshots got me in all kinds of trouble with the fuzz.
We also used to sprint home and make piles of snowballs to throw at the yellow school buses as they drove past our houses. Around 50 buses, all lined up, passing the same spot. This went on for about 4 years until we were finally caught, and threatened with a $50 fine PER SNOWBALL, which was a fairly significant amount of money. To this day I'm money when it comes to snowball fights. In fact one of the co conspirators went to the states on a full ride as a baseball pitcher. Pretty sure all that practise didn't hurt.
We also perfected roof jumping into pools on the lazy summer days. That was in high school, and we were usually poop faced when we did it. We weren't kids, but we sure acted like it.
I distinctly remember making one of my pals (and member of this board) ride his bike back and forth in front of a park fence while me and another pal shot crab apples at him with sligshots.
Those slingshots got me in all kinds of trouble with the fuzz.
We also used to sprint home and make piles of snowballs to throw at the yellow school buses as they drove past our houses. Around 50 buses, all lined up, passing the same spot. This went on for about 4 years until we were finally caught, and threatened with a $50 fine PER SNOWBALL, which was a fairly significant amount of money. To this day I'm money when it comes to snowball fights. In fact one of the co conspirators went to the states on a full ride as a baseball pitcher. Pretty sure all that practise didn't hurt.
We also perfected roof jumping into pools on the lazy summer days. That was in high school, and we were usually poop faced when we did it. We weren't kids, but we sure acted like it.
when we were about 10 we would through snowballs at the teenagers cars cause we knew they would chase us. And if we got caught they would beat the crap out of us... It was a rush. Running for your life. Then we started doing it to cop cars from behind walls. haha. we were pretty smart kids I must say for never getting caught.
My one friend got caught once, and got beat up pretty bad though, LOL
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I remember calling Airdrie Taxi to go to the liquor store and pick up a 24 pack of beer and deliver it to my friends place. When they got there we were just 15 or 16 year old kids and they would be far too lazy to take it back and forgo the $10 or $15 fare or whatever, so they would always give it to us.
Probably did it 15-20 times and it never failed once, no matter who the driver was.
I came around a corner in my subdivision yesterday and there 3 kids sitting in the middle of the road fiddling with one of those push scooters. I come to a stop, they look at me and then go back to screwing around with the scooter, so I drive around them. Maybe it's just me but we used to move out of the way of cars when i was a kid.
I came around a corner in my subdivision yesterday and there 3 kids sitting in the middle of the road fiddling with one of those push scooters. I come to a stop, they look at me and then go back to screwing around with the scooter, so I drive around them. Maybe it's just me but we used to move out of the way of cars when i was a kid.
When I was a kid, scooters were for wankers and I had to beg for a skateboard. How come suddenly scooters are cool again?
whooooo
