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23 November 2007 @ 05:45 pm
Becks count: 3487953848458  
[livejournal.com profile] worldoftights: David Beckham is all over the news. It's Becks this. Becks that.
Mother: Who's David Beckham?
[livejournal.com profile] worldoftights: The footballer. Y'know, married to Posh Spice?
Mother: Oh. A footballer. That's why I don't know who he is. I don't watch football.

*facepalm*

I vote for the first time ever in no less than a federal election tomorrow. That's a bit weird for me. It seems like they somehow deliberately scheduled it for the year I turn 18, and then straight afterwards my HSC, leaving little to no time for politically disinterested me to do my research. If I have to do something, I have to do it thoroughly -- I have to do it right.

On a tangent, do you remember the games you used to played as a child? I'm not talking about "House" and cops and robbers, but things like "Red Rover (Cross Over)", "BP", "Eggs, Bacon, Chips or Cheese", "Fruit Salad", "Heads Down, Thumbs Up", "Good Morning Judge", "What's the Time, Mr. Wolf?" and "Sardines". You know those games that involved group organisation and plain out fun? I recall playing "Stuck in the Mud" in one of the most successful netball training sessions we had, as our club failed in it's duty of assigning us a coach -- we went on to actually win the following weekend game, a rarity for us (given the unfair circumstances).

I may not remember the rules to BP any longer (and I wonder how these games get passed down and remembered if we forget them once "outgrowing" them, which I disagree with as I'm up for a game of BP, Eggs, Bacon Chips or Cheese, or Sardines any day), but I do remember grassy shaded areas and the phases where my favourite colours switched from pink to blue to purple (to never favour pink again), my favourite car was a "Bluebird" only due to the fact it had a three person front seat, and I loved sitting up front, and my favourite tree was the "Bottle Tree" because of it's magnificent rounded shape, and the fact it stored water.

Before I wander too far down memory lane... do you remember these childhood games? Or any others besides the ones I've mentioned? Do you remember the rules to BP? Or shall I continue to wander back alone?

In closing, I have a confession to make in regards to my favourite werewolf, but that can wait until tomorrow or some other time, just to irk a particular person :P
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[identity profile] mcollinknight.livejournal.com on November 24th, 2007 02:34 am (UTC)
How could you not know Becks?!!? *dies*

I do remember "Red Rover," and the last two. I also enjoyed "Cops and Robbers," "Grounder," and "Capture the Flag," when I was a lass of the schoolyard game-age. I remember that Hopscotch was never as fun as it was made out to be, and that not cheating at "Grounder" was considered a sin. Ahhh, the schoolyard. We played a lot with swings, too. Wrapping ourselves around the poles, leaping off, banging into one another.

Now I'm going to go off in a rant until I can do nothing but sit in a stupor and chant skipping rhymes at random intervals. Thanks muchly. :)
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[identity profile] missski.livejournal.com on November 25th, 2007 10:35 am (UTC)
LOL Uh, she lives under a rock? Under a rock on the non-commercialised most isolated of regions on Mars? Or perhaps Pluto, seeing as you know, it's no longer being recognised as a planet, so I figure it's no longer deemed important enough to receive up to date Earth information ;D

I only know "Capture the Flag" due to The Simpsons (seriously, who says that it's not educational?!), but I have absolutely no idea what "Grounder" is. Please do enlighten me! Perhaps I'll be able to file it away for the future fruits of my womb and perhaps they'll even start a cool trend amongst their little ignorant friends, and they'll find themselves subjected to worldly influences before they were even aware that there is such a world beyond their white picket fence (Note: The white picket fence is purely fictional. There is no way I'm living in a place with a white picket fence, thank you very much.)

I miss how delightfully active I was as a youngster. There just doesn't seem to be anything as physically fun nowadays.

You're most welcome! :]
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[identity profile] mcollinknight.livejournal.com on November 25th, 2007 02:43 pm (UTC)
I wrote an ode to Becks once. It was very bad. I also believe firmy in Pluto... makes me sad, and it makes that model I made in Grade 9 Science completely irrelevant. :(

Grounder is played on a play apparatus of some sort, like a jungle gym. One person is on the ground, and closes their eyes and spins around for a while. Then this person stumbles around with their eyes closed while everyone else (eyes open) clambres over the jungle gym. The person who's "it" calls out "Grounder!" at odd intervals. If you happen to be on the ground and not on the apparatus when "Grounder!" is called, you're it. If you're not on the ground, you call out "Grounder!" in reply, so the person who's "it" has a vague notion of where you are and then endeavours to catch you. You can cheat by 1) opening your eyes when you're "it", 2) not calling out "Grounder!", or 3) not declaring you're on the ground when you really are.

The game is much more interesting when the footing is small pebbles like it was at my public school, because then it's impossible to be on the ground undetected because of the noise - you only have time to jump down once and then back up before someone calls "Grounder!" I loved that game...

You see, nowadays that would be deemed "too dangerous" because of all the rushing around high up with some people having their eyes closed. Children are too coddled, really. I know it's been said before but I agree whole-heartedly. I didn't have toys when I was younger. I played with sticks, mud puddles and my sisters. We need mroe of that. The white picket fence is to keep children in.
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