Ever Toss Rocks On Your Head?

That was for sissies. Now, leaping into the air and LANDING on your head . . .

Yes, we used to throw rocks at other kids heads.

we climbed up on the roof of the house and jumped off, pretending we had parachutes.

anis said:

When I was a kid my neighborhood pals and I used to whittle away the long summer days by tossing rocks in the air and letting them clunk us on the head.

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Wow. That's not silly. That's unbelievably stupid.

We did that in high school with those big 'ol pine cones. You stand in a circle, count to three and throw them up in the air, then stare at each other. Anyone who looks up or covers his head gets pelted by everyone else. Man I miss pine cones.

Oh yeah, and we'd play War (the card game) for punches in the arm. Each time you had a lower card, you got punched in the arm, hard.

Anis, when my cousins and I were little (real young) we used to squish fire-flies and smear thier nice, shiny insides on our faces and arms and dart out into oncoming traffic on a slow-going side street after dark.

I know, I know...what can I say, we were raised by barbarians that had little use for little kids.

anis said:

When I was a kid my neighborhood pals and I used to whittle away the long summer days by tossing rocks in the air and letting them clunk us on the head.

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Well, at least that explains a few things...

Slug Bug, anyone?

I split my one brother's head open by throwing a rock in the air. I made them all believe it was my other brother who threw the rock. Brother 1 had to get several stitches. Brother 2 lived almost 20 years thinking he threw the rock.

Then I wrote a memoir piece about the incident and had it accepted by CBC Radio Canada... then I recorded it in their studios and it played on the air. That rock lie made me a few hundred bucks.

Throw your rocks, kiddies... throw your rocks.

We used to throw darts up to stick them in the ceiling. My brother got tired of climbing on chairs to get them down. So, he tied a string to his.

Throw, stick, yank. Throw, stick, yank.
Throw, stick, yank, stick, scream.

In the words of my grandmother: "That boy's not right."

Ever Toss Rocks On Your Head?

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No. But I'd happily toss a bucket full on Kevin's head. Is there a sign-up sheet, somewhere?

We used to jump out of the barn loft, trying to hit the haystack and hoping somebody remembered to move the pitchfork.

robeiae said:

No. But I'd happily toss a bucket full on Kevin's head. Is there a sign-up sheet, somewhere?

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You know what I like about you, Robieiaiaieiaeiaieiaiieieiaieiaeiaei? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's liberating, really.

We just liked pulling down other boys' pants in front of the girls.