As children we used to talk a lot about mercy!

grahamg

grahamg

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When my younger brother and I were children we used to talk quite a lot about "mercy", though luckily the mercy in question wasn't much to do with any risk of physical harm we might inflict upon one another, because my mother issued strict instructions we both adhered to, insisting any fighting between us only involved blows to the arms.

No, the "mercy" being pleaded for would most likely be concerned with trying to stop the other one tickling you, when you'd had enough of that dreadful torture, till you couldn't stand anymore, and I was never one of those annoying people whose will was so strong you couldn't tickle them!

There you have it, a thread about being tickled until you're begging for mercy, or just the use of the word mercy I don't seem to hear so much of nowadays. :)
 

Aunt Marg said:
We used to call that a "snake bite". :)

The girls didn't do it so much, but the boys all did.
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Do you think maybe others on the forum are too old to remember playing games as youngsters, or view themselves as too serious now to admit to it :)?
("Mercy" btw, if I get brickbats coming my way as a result of saying so!)
 
I had two slightly older brothers and, looking back, I can't believe how much we tortured each other. We would punch each other in the arm and holler flinch, give each other "Indian burns" which were probably the same as Chinese burns, pink bellies (where you slapped someone's stomach until it turned red), something called a foot squeeze where you put your heel on the top of the victims foot, dragged the skin down toward the toes and twisted, "tweaks" where you pinched up some skin and flicked it until the call for mercy, and wet towel flicks. To name a few.

As much fun as it was to inflict pain, my brother's greatest thrill was to scare me to death. Caterpillars in my purse, fake snakes in my bed became routine, but when were a little older and left alone while my parents went square dancing, it got real Nothing was too much trouble. One brother "went to bed" early after we had been watching "Thriller" on TV. I went up about a half hour later, turned off the light and started to get in bed, when I felt a hand come out from under the bed and go around my ankle. That may have been my most satisfying scream.
 
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