So last night, Mr. Vasey and I were settled in and watching Monday Night Raw. Just to give you a quick rundown of what was happening...John Cena was fired becuase he didn't help the leader of the Nexus win the title, but before he left he vowed to take down every member of the Nexus, and last night on Raw he started his revenge.
Towards the end of the show, there was a part that showed two memebers of the Nexus sort of creeping around backstage, in what looked like the broiler room, trying to hide from John Cena, speaking in hushed tones trying to figure out their next move...for some strange reason this brought back my own memories of a war that played out in my town, a war that went on every summer in the mornings before the pool opened...and what were the sides fighting for you might ask? Nothing but bragging rights...
Little Miss Amy Langley and I grew up together. Our families were almost mirror images of each other. Her older sister and my older sister were the same age, her older brother and my older brother...the same age, her and I... the same age, the only flaw in the mirror was in my little sister and her little brother, bout the same age, but you know after a certain age, boys and girls just don't get along...but nevertheless our families did everything together, spent New Years together, our parents would get together and play cards while us kids all played it was perfect...
Amy and I we didn't live all that far from eachother so I would generally walk over to her house and we'd play with matchbox cars in her mothers flower beds, play Wheel of Fortune on their computer, devise ways to break into her neighbors playhouse, or we'd get together with other kids and play a game we called war.
From what I remember about war, it was like a massive game of hide and seek, only you were on teams and you hunted other teams. The playing field was pretty big, basically the neighborhood, hiding in people's backyards, it was a free range...so you'd go out in the neighborhood, and try to find other kids all the while not getting found yourself. I just remember creeping around a lot in other peoples backyards trying to find a good hiding space, crawling under patios, climbing trees, jumping fences all in the name of war. Speaking in hushed tones trying to devise our game plan, and making it back to the house without getting caught...what happened if you got caught? Well I guess we either got taken hostage, or possibly become the bad guys and have to be chased the next game. I really don't remember...
Doesn't really matter I guess, just one of those games kids make up to pass the time before they are able to spend the afternoon at the pool to cool off on a hot summer day.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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