A few weeks ago a boy at camp caught a flying beetle and gently tied a string around its neck. After attaching the other end to a stick it was "3, 2, 1 launch!" The bug was tossed into the air where it began to fly in circles around its new master.
Pet beetles? They're going to be the new pet rock.
The only thing I did that was remotely close to that was to make a leash for my bunny with yarn. Unfortunately, I'd accidentally tied it in a slip knot and almost asphyxiated my own pet. It was a traumatic experience for both of us.
When I was a kid, I didn't do anything particularly creative. Definitely not as creative has having a Kite Bug, anyway. My sister and I once sat on our front porch and chopped Rolly Pollies in half with our scissors (
in fact, I think I may still have those scissors) There
were hundreds of them before we started our genocide.
Another time, my sisters and I set up boxing ring in our front yard. We got some chairs and then connected them with yarn to make a square ring. Unfortunately, our days as boxers were cut short after my mom investigated the ruckus.
Dragging each other down the stairs on sheets and blankets was also a common occurrence, despite the carpet burns and bruises we'd get.
When we lived in Oklahoma, we had an old shed in our pasture. We collected artifacts (pieces of glass, old jewelry, coins, etc) and bones that we found and arranged them in there. We called it our "museum" and opened it up for business. We even had a log swing inside. Our customers were charged 5 cents to ride on it
(or they would have been, if our mom hadn't discovered our fees sign).
In our tall weeds along the fence, we built a "house" by smashing down the grass. We could play there for hours. There were plenty of rooms for everyone, connected by "hallways." We even built a loo so we wouldn't be inconvenienced. We had our own snack machine too, thanks to the large mulberry tree the grew above our "house."
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What kind of things did you play as a child?
