You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole–like the world, or the person you loved. ~Stewart O’Nan
The other day at the gym, the topic of playing as kids and the things we did came up. It’s so very true how different I had it growing up compare to Kyle, and I’m sure my mom could say the same and so on and so forth. Although, mom’s childhood was not entirely different from mine, no surprise considering we both grew up with our slew of cousins as neighbors, on the same hillside, on my uncle’s farm and in the same house my mom lived. How about that for family stability, which is almost unheard of now-a-days!
Sure, we had Atari and Pong and we did have one of the first apple computers that could have been programed to dance multicolored lines across the screen. However, those electronics were never the focus of our entertainment. Gigi Our Original Gamer – Pac-Man and Gamers Start Small & Grow
What did we do exactly? Well, first I’d like to say, my brother, sister, cousins and myself were all a bit odd in our merriment. We made due with what we had around us. Honestly, we enjoyed life and had a great childhood without all the frills!
There are so many strange activities we discovered, as they come to mind, I’ll be sure to record them in my blog, so Kyle can read about our crazy pastimes.
Please note, not all of our stupid entertainment happened when we were young, some but not all. Sometimes we were well into our teens, heck twenties, humoring ourselves. Now on with the tire rolling…
Once after school, roughly junior high age, I stepped outside to see what Ryan was up to. I’m still not sure where it from came or from what, but Ryan was rolling this tire around in the yard. It was about half the diameter of a bicycle tire, but it was wider. I remember Ryan was pushing it to get it rolling and then running up to wheel and catching it. Seriously? Yes! Naturally, I wanted to join in, so we started taking turns. We were pushing a tire to get it rolling and then running beside it to stop it. Did we loose our minds? Perhaps, but we were having a good time!
Our initial challenge was to get this tire to travel a far distance before falling over. Then, one of us got the brilliant idea to push our limits by rolling the tire down the hill into my Uncle Walter’s field, below my parent’s house.
We pushed the tire, down a hill, into a field, and ran beside it. Once we wrapped our hands around the rogue tire, we would march it back up the hill and start all over, taking turns of course. Sometimes gravity chose to join in on the fun by pulling us to the ground tripping us up and creating a good face plant before reaching the tire. Sometimes the tire would just fall over from hitting divots in the ground and not get very far.
Did I mention we had a blast? That is until mom pulled up the driveway and saw what we were up to. One would think, ‘Who cares, the kids were having harmless fun’. Well we were, but what you didn’t know and as kids we never considered, my Aunt Mary’s green house sat at the bottom of the hill. A greenhouse made entirely of glass held together by metal cross sections. If that tire would have picked up more steam and stayed on course, it could have made a direct impact for the glasshouse. Let’s face it, that wouldn’t have been so fun.
Where was my sister during all this? Inside watching television ignoring us. There was no way Nicole would have thought chasing a tire, set in motion by oneself, as enjoyment, not in the slightest. Ryan and me on the other hand, thought it was the most entertaining activity to date! Seriously, I can’t even remember how many passes we made, but I do now they reached the double digits. We were exhausted, yet it was a good time. I’m sure I slept well that night.
Many, many years later when I traveled to South Korea (The Republic of South Korea) in 2002, I stayed at this “traditional hotel”, that’s what I called it since we had to sleep on the wood floor, under mosquito tents, in the middle of no where. I guess it was kind of like a bed and breakfast, since the family lived there and fed us our meals. We only stayed one night, and that evening we hung out in the center court.
It was a dirt area in the center of the buildings separating the sides of rooms. The one side housed the guys and the other side the ladies and the dining room and kitchen areas. The center court area was not roof covered and I believe both sides of the building were independent from each other if my memory serves me correct. It was really a very nice but very rugged establishment, a traditional house without showers and other modern enmities.
That evening the little boy of the house came out to entertain us, or check out the foreigners in his house, or both. He had this wheel without the center. He used a stick to push it around and control the round object. Instantly, when I saw this activity, I was reminded of Ryan and me with our own wheel game. No joke, it was about the same size and as I watched the child use a stick to push his wheel. Instantly what came to mind is ‘We never considered that!’. For a moment, the worlds intertwined, my youth and my adulthood, North America and South Korea, and I realized our game of chase the tire was not so uncommon. Pretty cool!
It was a random weekday, after school in the spring air. It only took one tire, one hillside and two hyperactive kids that made our own semi-harmless fun. An activity I was reminded of years later, half a world away and still to this day! Did I mention it was great exercise too, which was never even a thought at the time?
I have many more silly stories much like this one. As they come to mind, I’ll write a blog entry about each.