“We” unless otherwise specified, refers to myself and my sister.
There was one of those little vending machines in the farmer’s market where for a quarter you could get a little rubber ball. Whoever owned that machine got rich off my sister and me.
We would take was was probably 60–80 of those little balls and go into my sister’s room, close the door, and then throw them in all directions. They would bounce off the ceiling, and the walls, and it was absolutely crazy.
Another similar thing involved tennis balls. Our house is on a hill, so from the street you have to walk up stairs to get to the front porch. Then, going in the front door, there is a stairway going upstairs. We used to get bags and bags of tennis balls from our neighbor. We’d open the front door, and go to upstairs. From the top of the stairs we’d pour literally hundreds of tennis balls down the stairs, and they’d go out the front door, and down the front steps, and into the street, and onto the neighbors’ front lawns and down driveways and into back yards. Then we’d dare each other to retrieve them.
Inspired by the “Survivor” reality show, we’d spend hours standing on cinder blocks in the back yard, seeing who could remain the longest. We’d start in the afternoon, and stay there until our mother called us in for dinner. Then we’d lie, and promise to jump off at exactly the same time so that it would be a tie, and when neither of us jumped, we’d do it again, until our mother called us again, and we’d run into the house and argue about who won.
We used to steal candles and matches and make small fires in empty soup cans in the back of the yard where our parents couldn’t see, adding dried leaves and twigs to keep it going.
We used to tie random objects to trees. The biggest was a big plastic horse that we hoisted up into a huge tree in the back of the yard, and secured with rope. It’s still there.
We used to set up obstacle courses in the house on rainy days, and outside in good weather. We’d usually spend the better part of the day making them, and only have time to run them once or twice before it got too late to be outside anymore.
In the summer we’d dump water on each other’s heads from the second story window, with the other person standing outside underneath.
There was a game that our cousins taught us, which involved putting your palms together, and holding them out in front of you. Then someone else would put their arms out, and would try to clap the other person’s hands. The person with their hand together would jerk their arms upward or downward to avoid getting clapped. We’d do it until out hands were bleeding. It was awesome.
We used to roll each other around in garbage cans. I used to push my sister around in the wheelbarrow.
Then there were games involving the eating of worms and bugs…
@rangerr: If you’re ranting, then I am too.