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GSequoia
October 18th, 2006, 11:38
We should just put all children in big plastic bubbles: http://www.nbc4.tv/education/10102602/detail.html
Lawn Cher'
October 18th, 2006, 12:07
Hey Geoff, you're it!
CRASH
October 18th, 2006, 12:12
It would be far simpler if you never let children out of the womb.
GSequoia
October 18th, 2006, 12:53
Hey Geoff, you're it!

No FAIR!
XJ Dreamin'
October 18th, 2006, 13:05
Cripes! At our recess we played kill the guy with the football. If you didn't want to be pounded you tossed it to someone else. If you tossed it too soon you were a pansy. If you didn't catch it you were a pansy. The longer you stayed on your feet, the tougher you were.

Now that's some social learnin' right there - I'm tellin' ya'.

Tag is for sissies.
footdale
October 18th, 2006, 13:06
No tag backs, double stamp, no erasies
footdale
October 18th, 2006, 13:07
Cripes! At our recess we played kill the guy with the football. If you didn't want to be pounded you tossed it to someone else. If you tossed it too soon you were a pansy. If you didn't catch it you were a pansy. The longer you stay on your feet, the tougher you were.

Now that's some social learnin' right there - I'm tellin' ya'.

Tag is for sissies.

We called it 'Smear the Queer'
XJ Dreamin'
October 18th, 2006, 13:15
We called it 'Smear the Queer'

aka
IntrepidXJ
October 18th, 2006, 13:16
We called it 'Smear the Queer'

nothing like a good old game of Smear the Queer
XJ Dreamin'
October 18th, 2006, 13:23
No tag backs, double stamp, no erasies

W did have 'no pile-ons'. Not 'cause it wasn't fun, but it slowed down the game. Once you're down get rid of the ball. Closest guy has to pick it up. If you don't - you're a pansy.
rock rash
October 18th, 2006, 13:28
that game was the sh!t. i kicked ass...haha
jrsxj98
October 18th, 2006, 15:09
Oh no you said queer. :wow:


The good old life lessons of the child hood playground.
XJ_Vikings
October 18th, 2006, 15:14
my school and principle were sued by a student who was hit by an "art cart" and tore her achiles tendon. THey have a nice house now...
gregmondro
October 18th, 2006, 15:52
I agree about putting kids in plastic bubbles.

that way when they aggrivate us we could just kick them or roll them down stairs.
riverfever
October 18th, 2006, 16:03
that game was the sh!t. i kicked ass...haha

What.....tag? :D
Hellbent
October 18th, 2006, 17:34
We called it 'Smear the Queer'

:laugh: that was the term we used also. it was a pretty hardcore game when there were some bigger kids involved. but i survived, and grew up all big 'n strong-like. i am afraid we're slowly becoming a nation of pansies.......and no good will come of this.
stewie
October 18th, 2006, 18:29
I agree about putting kids in plastic bubbles.

that way when they aggrivate us we could just kick them or roll them down stairs.

he he he. thats a good idea!
shortxjdoug
October 18th, 2006, 18:37
i jumped off the top of a swingset when i was in elementary school landed so hard i clocked my chin good with my knee, did i learn anything? probably not, but i was one of the first kids to do it :D
5-90
October 18th, 2006, 18:55
Yeah - I'd seen that sort of silliness in the news before. Guess what - it's not a "rite of passage" - but it is the sort of "hardening" that goes into making a man. Hell, even just making a grownup.

I remember "Smear the Queer" rather fondly - but I had a wicked running high jump that allowed me to evade most damage.

Then I got big...

5-90
shortxjdoug
October 18th, 2006, 20:37
screw you guys we played smear the queer in a field of christmas trees, adds a whole new dimension when some kid jumps out from behind a big tree and slams you into another big tree....... ahhh those were the days
87manche
October 18th, 2006, 20:46
We called it 'Smear the Queer'

as did we.
I'm sure that's a big no no now.
the best "sport" was a game of full contact capture the flag at night in the woods. Violence and strategy at it's finest. Games would last for hours.
5-90
October 18th, 2006, 21:52
screw you guys we played smear the queer in a field of christmas trees, adds a whole new dimension when some kid jumps out from behind a big tree and slams you into another big tree....... ahhh those were the days

Ayuh - that's what we had orchards for...

I liken the process of "growing up" to making quality steel...

First, the ore is dug from the ground (you're born.)

The ore is then melted and impurities are "blasted off" to arrive at a sound base product (parenting during early years.)

Then, selected quantities of selected impurities are added to the base product in order to maximise various qualities - particularly those desired (chromium, vanadium, molybdenum, nickle, carbon - all are good choices) (early education)

After that, the new steel is formed into a useful shape (middle education)

Finally, the steel is formed into a final shape (not to be confused with a "mill shape,") and hardened by any of a number of processes:
Hepuinf an#suddenjooling Rtral Hardening
X}echpitpxion Hardening
are the most common. All involve a certain amount of stresr upnm the b0qe material, wh(nh hs dke to peduce a&improved product (late education and early work experience)

So xou 2oe, som4&stresspcnd har$thip ar4&abroludgly necysary i)order to take the raw material (children) and turn them into functhonie adults for laer life~* Nnt tpiing th5%tile t>("h`rden) kids results in adults is doing a massive disservice to society - andpot'r wh8)Amdric .will b4 buried|#if we don't pu4!a rtop0yo it.

Just imagine if we end up having to have these kids to-dax se}inf asptoy solTjers - de lostixpdnsig ltxur8'in the torld is a "second-best" armed force...

5-90
XJ Dreamin'
October 18th, 2006, 22:10
as did we.
I'm sure that's a big no no now.
the best "sport" was a game of full contact capture the flag at night in the woods. Violence and strategy at it's finest. Games would last for hours.

OH MOTHER F***!! Capture the Flag at night! I didn't think anybody else did that!

Get this. I belly crawled across enemy territory (in a cow pasture, not the woods - although the woods were not out of bounds) to locate the flag. I crawled back out, found one of our fast guys and told him to go left and at a count of 100 break stright into enemy territory. I told him where the flag was and to make for it on an arc, making as much noise as he could. I was going in at his signal from the right as quiet and fast as I could. The idea was everybody would go for him, making the noise, but which ever of us got to the flag would just keep going on his arc back to home.

Ok - you guessed it, except we didn't kill each other. I got to the flag first, but about 2 steps after I grabbed it he flashed by. Just missing me he grabbed the flag from my hand on the way by. I'm thinking 'Holy chit, we almost died' when I plow into the crowd following him. I bounced off two or three guys and headed back home.

Yeah, those were good times.