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The meaning of life is...
Kiwi Legends
I'm talking about hide and seek/spotlight in the park. The corner dairy,
hopscotch, four square, go carts, cricket in front of the garbage bin and
inviting everyone on your street to join in, skipping (double dutch),
gutterball, handstands, elastics, bullrush, catch and kiss, footy on the
best lawn in the street, slip'n'slides, the trampoline with water on it (or
a sprinkler under it), hula hoops, jumping in puddles with gumboots on, mud
pies and building dams in the gutter. The smell of the sun and fresh cut
grass.
'Big bubbles no troubles' with Hubba Bubba bubble gum. A topsy. Mr Whippy
cones on a warm summer night after you've chased him round the block. 20
cents worth of mixed lollies lasted a week and pretending to smoke "fags"
(the lollies) was really cool!.. A dollars' worth of chips from the corner
take-away fed two people (AND the sauce was free!!).
Being upset when you botched putting on the temporary tattoo from the
bubblegum packet, but still wearing it proudly. Watching Saturday morning
cartoons: 'The Smurfs', 'AstroBoy', 'He-man', 'Captain Caveman', 'Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles', 'Jem' (trulyoutrageous!!), 'Super d'', and 'Heeeey
heeeeey heeeeeeey it's faaaaaaat Albert'. Or staying up late and sneaking a
look at the "AO" on the second telly, being amazed when you watched TV right
up until the 'Goodnight Kiwi!'
When After School with Jason Gunn & Thingie had a cult following and What
Now was on saturday mornings! When around the corner seemed a long way, and
going into town seemed like going somewhere. Where running away meant you
did laps of the block because you weren't allowed to cross the road?? A
million mozzie bites, wasp and bee stings (stee bings!).
Sticky fingers, goodies & baddies, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians,
riding bikes til the streetlights came on and catching tadpoles in horse
troughs.
Going down to the school swimming pool when you didn't have a key and your
friends letting you in, drawing all over the road and driveway with chalk.
Climbing trees and building huts out of every sheet your mum had in the
cupboard (and never putting them back folded). Walking to school in bare
feet, no matter what the weather.
When writing 'I love....? on your pencil case, really did mean it was true
love. "he loves me? he loves me not?" and daisy chains on the front lawn.
Stealing other people's flowers from their gardens and then selling them
back to them...
Running till you were out of breath. Laughing so hard that your stomach
hurt. Pitching the tent in the back/front yard (and never being able to find
all the pegs). Jumping on the bed. Singing into your hair brush in front of
the mirror, making mix tapes...
Sleep overs and ghosts stories with the next door neighbours.
Pillowfights, spinning round, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for
the giggles. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water
balloons were the ultimate weapon. Weetbix cards pegged on the spokes
transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Collecting WWF and garbage gang kids
cards.
Eating raw jelly and raro, making homemade lemonade and sucking on a Rad, a
traffic light popsicle, or a Paddle Pop... blurple, yollange and prink!
You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents! It wasn't odd to
have two or three "best friends" and you would ask them by sending a note
asking them to be your best friend.
You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas eve and tried (and failed) to wait up
for the tooth fairy. When nobody owned a pure-bred dog. When 50c was decent
pocket money. When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for 10c.
When nearly everyone's mum was there when the kids got home from school.
It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at the
local Chinese restaurant (or Cobb'n'Co.) with your family.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed her or use him to carry
groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate
that awaited a misbehaving student at home.
Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by
shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much
bigger threat! Some of us are still afraid of them!!!
Remember when decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" or dib
dib's-scissors, paper, rock. "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the
fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly.
Terrorism was when the older kids were at the end of your street with
pea-shooters waiting to ambush you, or the neighbourhood rottie chased you
up a tree!
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was boy/girl germs,
and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
Where bluelight disco's were the equivalent to a Rave, and asking a boy out
meant writing a 'polite' note getting them to tick 'yes' or 'no'.
When there was always that one 'HOT' guy/girl.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot. Your biggest
danger at school was accidentally walking through the middle of a heated
game of "brandies".
Birthday beats meant you didn't want to go to school on your birthday!
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better. Taking drugs meant scoffing
orange-flavoured chewable vitamin C's, or swallowing half a Panadol. Ice
cream was considered a basic food group. Going to the beach and catching a
wave was a dream come true. Boogie boarding in the white wash made you the
next Kelly Slater. Abilities were discovered because of a "double- dare".
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
Now, didn't that bring back some fond memories??
If you can remember most of these, you're an Kiwi legend!!! Pass this on to
another Kiwi legend who may need a break from their "grown up"
life... I DOUBLE-DARE YA!!!!!
Thanks Hun For You INPUT HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT
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