Am-chau, I can only remember one right now...

Ours was a bunch of rubber bands joined together, and people would hold it at different heights (ankles, knees, arms-length, hips, waist, underarms, shoulders, arms-length) and other people had to jump over them without letting the elastics touch the ground. Up to about hips, you had to clear the elastics without touching them at all.

That's different-- ours depended on jumping on the elastic with your feet: two people would put the elastic round them (again, starting with ankles and moving up), and you had to land on it in specific patterns, saying the silly rhyme to help you remember what you where doing.

Dammit, now I want to stand up and see if I can use the lines between the cork floor tiles to see if I can remember any of them. I'd get some strange looks.

We had to play this in gym class in elementary school.

Yeah, bulldog and dodge ball both. I find it interesting that the really shudder-inducingly brutal games were the ones the gym teachers imposed on us, not the ones that we kids came up with ourselves.

That's different-- ours depended on jumping on the elastic with your feet: two people would put the elastic round them (again, starting with ankles and moving up), and you had to land on it in specific patterns, saying the silly rhyme to help you remember what you where doing.

Oh, we used to play this too. We called that "In & Out" because the first two were "Inside and Outside"

We called that "In & Out" because the first two were "Inside and Outside"

Yeah, that's right. "In, on, out..." and then a lot of stuff about bananas and granny's knickers.

There may have been stuff there I missed last time I heard it.

My aunt loves to tell the story of being in France and watching several young French girls playing Chinese Jump Rope -- the kind where you have to jump in and out in various complicated patterns, adding a layer of complexity each time you successfully complete a sequence. These girls? Were wearing buckle shoes.

For the life of them, they couldn't get beyond level 2; they kept catching the rope on the buckles of their shoes, and they refused to take off their shoes and do it barefoot.

My childhood years involved a lot of ranging around the neighborhood -- okay, 3-4 houses' back yards and a patch of woods; we lived on a busy street -- and thinking we were wild creatures, when really, there was a stay at home mom in at least one of the houses, and I'm sure she kept more of an eye on us than I realized at the time.

Of course, we never played pickup baseball; we played spy and war and secret foot-traps in a sandbox about as big as a bathtub.

We used to play "British" Bulldog growing up.

We played a version where the object was to run from one side of the play area to the other with out getting tackled (or tagged). Once you got tagged (or tackled), you became one of the defenders. Last person running won.

We had to play this in gym class in elementary school.

Yeah, bulldog and dodge ball both. I find it interesting that the really shudder-inducingly brutal games were the ones the gym teachers imposed on us, not the ones that we kids came up with ourselves.

See, at my parochial school in the early '60s, there was no gym class. We played dodge ball and British bulldog because we liked them. No one was forced to play.

My childhood years involved a lot of ranging around the neighborhood -- okay, 3-4 houses' back yards and a patch of woods; we lived on a busy street -- and thinking we were wild creatures, when really, there was a stay at home mom in at least one of the houses, and I'm sure she kept more of an eye on us than I realized at the time.

We were on a busy road, too, but we were everywhere. We had the advantage of having a not-very-much-used national park in close proximity, so we'd just bid the parentals adieu and hike the three miles up the road to the Revolutionary War encampments.

I have a teeny suspicion that Monty Python was taking the piss.

No!

That's different-- ours depended on jumping on the elastic with your feet: two people would put the elastic round them (again, starting with ankles and moving up), and you had to land on it in specific patterns, saying the silly rhyme to help you remember what you where doing.

We did that, too. Ours was In, Out, Side, Side, Step, In, Out. The first round was around the ankles, then the second was knees, then hips, waist, armpits, and eventually neck. (No, we didn't realize at the time how incredibly stupid neck was. No one was ever able to actually do that one, anyway. One girl, who later became a professional ballet dancer, was able to jump into the loop, but then she couldn't get any farther than that.)

When I was a kid in the 70s, four of us used to hang out and play the most outrageous games. I can't imagine many -- if any -- kids would be allowed to play the way we did, or would even want to play the made up games we played.

One game was simply called, "guns". Sometimes we'd use a stick to represent a rifle but more often we'd just use our finger -- we never bothered with toy guns. The whole purpose of the game was to "kill" each other and put on the most spectacular "death". Hong Kong action movies were more spectaculor than us ... but only just. Surprisingly, there were never any broken bones, even when falling from the garage roof became popular.

Another game was "branch jumping". One friend had this huge pine tree in his backyard. At the top was wood platform and from there we'd launch ourselves in a race to see who could get to the bottom first. We were eventually stopped from playing that when Chris -- who's backyard had the tree -- fell 15 feet and broke his arm.

The 3rd game we played was "fence walking". It mostly involved crawling but essentially, we'd set off along the top beam of the back fence and see how far we could get before a home-owner chased us out of their yard. For the most part it wasn't that dangerous, though hazards could be found in the form of the sharp edges of corrugated iron sections of fence, or vicious dogs lying in wait for a happy meal on legs. This game could only be played at one of the other chaps' houses b/c there were no houses adjoing my parents' house.

I grew up with "the plantation" behind my house. Essentially, this was a long stretch of wooded land, that seperated the train line and open storm-water drain, from the houses. My friends and I, used to disappear for hours into that wonderland. We'd play cricket in an open section just near my house, or we'd take off exploring. What is now a 10 minute walk for adult-me, used to be an afternoon's journey for kid-me and ended up behind the Central Districts football oval. Sometimes we'd do "drain running", which involved heading along the narrow section of the storm-water drain by running a few steps along one 45 degree wall, then hopping to the other side for a few steps and so forth. Eventually, you'd end up near the Elizabeth South train station and the storm-water tunnel. This tunnel only runs about 150 metres but in the middle section it is pitch dark, so getting through it without any light, was a major achievement.

Not surprisingly, kids don't play in the "plannie" any more. Instead, their parents seem to think it is much safer for them to play on the road. They're probably right but it is a sad state of affairs.