A huge difference between our Sixties childhoods and now is that we played out as kids back then.
Kids these days stay indoors a lot usually spending hours on Xboxes and watching other kids on You Tube on their Xboxes!
So what did we do back then that drew us into the uncivilised, rampant world outside the front door, where foul-mouthed teenagers smoked on every dark corner and phone boxes were always full of giggling girls calling someone called Gary?
Well besides all the usual stuff like pushbikes, football, girls [and boys] and getting away from our folks, there was an absolute load of games. These I suspect were created and perfected in post-war streets in the Fifties, when even bomb-sites were a cool playground.
The most popular non-sport street game we played as kids was kick the can. This was basically hide and seek with a football. The kicker - seeker would boot the ball as far as he could and whilst retrieving it everyone else would hide somewhere in the street nearby.
This was particularly effective if the ball was kicked down a ginnel as it acted like a sort of ball chute going nice and straight down the whole long alley. The hiders would leap into back yards, drop behind hedges and generally disappear.
If found you had to beat the kicker to the stationary ball [it was originally a can in tougher times]. This often involved rough and tumbles on the way. To beat the kicker overall you had to remain hidden and stay hidden till tea-time or till everyone had given up. I have a feeling that the found could also look for the hidden and speed things up but my memory is a little rusty ... like a can!
Another popular game was tig or It. This was essentially a tribal rite whereby everyone ran in a wild frenzy whilst the chosen one would try to touch or tig you at which point you became it, it being the chosen one. If you could dodge like a cheetah then you were never it. It was all a good excuse for some serious running round and screaming!
Some grassy lawn provided further fun and one game I played a lot was stretch. Stretch was Twister with a knife. Any knife would do as long as it could be thrown into the ground. Once stuck you had to stretch with your foot to that point. The widest stretch won. Rudolph Nureyev would have been good at stretch!
The provision of an outdoor brick wall afforded even more excitement as you could play pitch and toss. This was a form of junior gambling, which required a skill set honed whilst skimming stones at the seaside the previous summer. To win you had to pitch a penny towards the wall. If it landed touching the wall you were on to win. If, however, another pitcher landed his or her penny on top then he was winning. It went on pitching and tossing until everyone had played. The closest to the wall won. The high point of this game, its zenith, its dim mak was to land a penny stood upright against the wall. Once achieved you were more or less immortal for the rest of the day!
There were so many other things we did playing out back then. Can you remember what you did?
This time of year I'd have been lacing a few conkers, Woodsy, ready for conker bashing battles... or knuckle breaking injuries. Wonder if health & Safety would make kids wear protective goggles and gloves these days? :)
ReplyDeleteI've seen a lot of kids chucking theor conkers at each other of late Tone. Maybe there's a string shortage! In Preston we called them cheggies i the Sixties. Great knuckle wrapping fun like you say!
DeleteHad to Google that one Tony.So it's played with Chestnuts then?I only experience Conkers at our Thanksgiving table and they're usually boiled or roasted!
ReplyDeleteMmmmmm, roasted chestnuts! deeelicious!
Delete"War" was our big thing - Armies would be recruited and massed upon the battlefield (local woodland, playing fields, building sites were popular for a taste of Urban Warfare and house to house clearing!). Toy guns were much in evidence, be it a Lone Star cowboy revolver, Spud Gun or (my pride and joy) a cap firing SLR. Failing that a suitably shaped stick would be hastily pressed into service and battle could commence. Great fun as I recall !
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Yep, I was a kid soldier too Fenton as were all my mates in the Sixties. We went to war every week! It wasn't really that long after WW2 had finished back then, just a couple of decades. What make was your toy cap firing SLR do you reckon?
DeleteWe used to dress-up as 'army-men', receive our rations (a sausage sandwich and home made squash in a WWII water-bottle) and bugger-off up on to the heath until called-in for tea or rain-stopped-play! Side-arms were air-pistols which stung, but we're both fifty-something now and both still have two eyes - so no real harm done!
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that's a great memory Hugh. I love the sausage sarnie rations! You could have taken anyone on after that! I never had an air pistol or rifle. Never even got to try one. Closest I got was my big brothers' sekidans, which fired small pellets. They hurt like hell on the neck!
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