Thursday, November 3, 2011
This is a playground on the edge of Bayside. At St. Joseph's Grammar School, we had nothing like this at recess, but we made do. We were left to our own devices. Back then, we were pretty creative. Yes, we had devices! Rubbing bottle caps on the school's back steps, constructing mini houses out of sticks and gum wrappers (early stages of what we know now as fairy houses? Good grief!), baseball, using a tennis ball and our fist for a bat, flipping baseball cards against the wall and trading them back and forth ("I'll trade you a Rocky Colovito for a Bob Cerv and a Tracy Stallard"), eating nickel candy, playing basketball against a wall with no basket just a spot to shoot for (we were kind of dumb), throwing balls into the air and catching them with or without our gloves, the Whip in the snow (til the nuns outlawed it), Tackle Red Rover in the snow (til the nuns outlawed it), the snowball firing squad (til the nuns outlawed it), Hopscotch, jumping rope, assorted games of tag and oh ya, just plain running back and forth to nowhere were some of the ways we attempted to fill our 20 minutes of recess back at St. Joes. It WAS a simple life. How about you?