In my neighborhood, clothesline was for jump-rope. Never heard "clothesline" in your sense. What an image. I wouldn't mind perpetrating it on a few people of my acquaintance, just as a social experiment, mind you.

Anyway, Ms. K, the sentiment expressed above makes one wonder what's going on in your neighborhood. I shan't ask, though, lest I intrude. Vent away. You're among friends.

P.S. But if you want to tell...

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Hey, that's not funny. When I was 8 years old I was playing red rover with my cousins and I got clothes lined. I broke my arm so badly that the elbow was on backwards. LOL!

Everytime it rains or snows that arm aches.

I still remember them trying to set my arm in the emergency room. They kept drugging me and trying to manipulate it into place. Finally they had to take me to surgery but I can remember the pure torture.

Sad thing is, 2 weeks after I got the cast off I was in the neighbors baby pool and a mean boy threw a ball at me and I reached over the side of the pool, hit my left elbow on the ground and broke it the exact same way. Back to surgery I went and my parents were grilled by authorities because they could not believe that this happened again now on the other arm.

I was so skinny then and apparently it did not take much to break my bones.

@@Djmohr, let's go back to your home town, find that mean boy and clothesline him now.

Yes, I think I like that plan. LOL!

@@Djmohr oh no! That is not a good red rover story. . I just remember feeling like my fingers were going to break from gripping so tight. And my arms nearly getting ripped out of my shoulder. Can't believe this was fun, but it was. That and dodgeball ????

I don't know what hurt worse. Getting your arms almost ripped off in Red Rover, or getting slammed in the face with red rubber ball in Dodgeball.

I don't know what hurt worse. Getting your arms almost ripped off in Red Rover, or getting slammed in the face with red rubber ball in Dodgeball.

Ahhh, the good old days.

How did we survive childhood? We played with spring loaded toys, toys with small parts or rough metal edges, pointed toys, guns that fired plastic objects, BB guns and even "lawn darts".

Since child-proofing everything all we have to worry about is whatever chemicals they use to make it with in China or bringing our kids to Chipotle.

Anyway, Ms. K, the sentiment expressed above makes one wonder what's going on in your neighborhood. I shan't ask, though, lest I intrude. Vent away. You're among friends.

P.S. But if you want to tell...

I actually meant to post this as a reply to a recent thread that was stirring up a lot of controversy. But it kind of died down and I didn't think the thread needed a bump to the front of the line.

@@Kindle,

Thanks for unearthing those memories! I have to agree with @@Babbs regarding dodgeball. Obviously we all survived except for @@Djmohr's poor elbow, ouch!

I actually meant to post this as a reply to a recent thread that was stirring up a lot of controversy. But it kind of died down and I didn't think the thread needed a bump to the front of the line.

A recent thread in which I did not post and did not look at until it had dragged on for what seemed an interminable time just about sickened me. It's always the same ones. It was so ugly and mindless that I sent a "contact us" to BP asking that it be cut off. I was ignored, no surprise, and that's okay: I've been ignored in better places than this.

Dodgeball...it still makes me shudder all these years later.

Alycia Miller always stood in the front and god help you if she aimed that ball at you. Many's the time I felt the 'wrath of Alycia' and knew early on not to even try to catch the ball. If you did, you could wind up with a dislocated or fractured finger.. Oh, and no...no one went to the gym teacher to complain. It never even occurred to anyone to say anything. Not sure if that's a good thing or bad.....

I don't know what hurt worse. Getting your arms almost ripped off in Red Rover, or getting slammed in the face with red rubber ball in Dodgeball.

Ahhh, the good old days.

How did we survive childhood? We played with spring loaded toys, toys with small parts or rough metal edges, pointed toys, guns that fired plastic objects, BB guns and even "lawn darts".

Since child-proofing everything all we have to worry about is whatever chemicals they use to make it with in China or bringing our kids to Chipotle.

They have exploding hover boards now. My nephew has a hover board but it seems that the adults are the only ones who wind up getting hurt on it.

As a chubby kid, the worst was that stupid game they made us play in elementary school where you sit on your butt and then crab walk and kick this gigantic ball with your feet and with your hands supporting your body. There was probably a name for it but I don't remember.

As a chubby kid, the worst was that stupid game they made us play in elementary school where you sit on your butt and then crab walk and kick this gigantic ball with your feet and with your hands supporting your body. There was probably a name for it but I don't remember.

Ohhhh, you are talking about the "Make the chubby kids sit on their butt and then walk like a crab while they kick a ball" game.

Or, maybe it's called "Crab Soccer".

Never even heard of it... Can we just hit someone in the face with a red rubber ball and call it sport?