Makes me wish that I’d grown up in your neighborhood!I can remember some great times I had growing up. We played hide and seek but a little different than others played it. A boy that liked you would tell you where to hide because whatever boy found the girl she had to kiss him. Another was suicide hill. A boy would ride a girl to the hill. Then the
boy would leave her on the bottom of the hill then he would ride down and the boy that got down first would kiss the girl he took to the hill. They were the good old days.
Chris, you would really have had a great time. I'm still friends with some of them. funny because a lot of girls who I went to school wanted to be friends with me just to be able to hang out with me and my friends and play games.Makes me wish that I’d grown up in your neighborhood!![]()
I wonder if you were on the same suicide hill I played on?We played in the woods a lot since it was only 3 blocks away with a bridge going over the river. We built "bunks" out of any available material. Rival kids would find them and destroy them. We hiked to "frog pond" and stuck firecrackers in frogs' mouth and set them off. We swam buck-naked in an old stripping hole. We walked several miles down a dusty road to swim in a different river getting dust covered by passing cars; got cleaned off in the river only to get sweaty and dusty again going back.
Evenings we played baseball in the street. Someone once put a ball through a neighbor's window and we disappeared in seconds. We played games like kick the can. Many, many others.
Winters we would sleigh ride down "soldier hill" and suicide hill. I once got airborne and landed in a bush.
It's probably a common name, but if you had to cross a river to get to it, it could be the same.I wonder if you were on the same suicide hill I played on?
I remember riding my new bike , Mum was watching ,We played in the woods a lot since it was only 3 blocks away with a bridge going over the river. We built "bunks" out of any available material. Rival kids would find them and destroy them. We hiked to "frog pond" and stuck firecrackers in frogs' mouth and set them off. We swam buck-naked in an old stripping hole. We walked several miles down a dusty road to swim in a different river getting dust covered by passing cars; got cleaned off in the river only to get sweaty and dusty again going back.
Evenings we played baseball in the street. Someone once put a ball through a neighbor's window and we disappeared in seconds. We played games like kick the can. Many, many others.
Winters we would sleigh ride down "soldier hill" and suicide hill. I once got airborne and landed in a bush.
In winter, you got to school early, so you could make snow balls. You'd hide them until recess when you hurled them at the other kids, who also had snowball "reserves". The problem was that sometimes the snowballs would melt and then freeze, making them "iceballs". Those hurt.The kids no longer have "recess" in the elementary schools.....it's "organized play" now, all carefully supervised by a teacher to make sure nobody gets butt-hurt by not getting to be "it".
Remember recess in our day? The girls ran around screaming, playing tag or some other definitely UN-organized play. The boys mostly punched each other or chased the girls. If any "organized games" were in order, they were calculated to release the Inner Attila the Hun and inflict maximum physical damage within the accepted limits (the occasional black eye, sprained finger, kickball to the head, scraped body parts, etc.....) The teacher watched out for a chance to duck behind a tree and have a few surreptitious puffs on a cancer-stick.
Lots of tension was relieved. We went back to class too tired to misbehave, at least for a while.
Mine was in a place we called FDR park it was in South Philly.It's probably a common name, but if you had to cross a river to get to it, it could be the same.