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When I was growing up at a young age, we didn't suffer for things to do to keep us occupied. Boys played marbles for hours. We all had our favorite "Taws". That's the one you shoot with from outside the circle. We went fishing and swimming. We played "Red Rover", throwing a ball over the top of the house to someone on the other side. We dug trenches to play "war". We had wooden guns. We also made stick horses to ride. We had foot races. We did not have TV's, radios, VCR's, computers or videos. We got to go to "theatre" very seldom. All of our playthings or pastimes had to be thought up by us. We heard or saw no violence in any form or any lewd language. You know what? We were happy as pigs in a hog wallow (we called it waller). We stayed busy all the day long playing and doing chores for our parents. The girls played hopscotch, "dress-up", paper dolls, jump rope and other games. When we got ready to play ball, we drew straws for two leaders. Then they chose their team members by picking one at a time. Discipline was handed out in school and at home. My mother used a switch on our bare legs. She called this "Peach Tree Tea". It hurt. Sexual harassment was an unknown thing in those years. |