Kick the Can

Sam Bralley By Sam Bralley, 12th Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/6.75nf8s/
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Remembrance of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes…

Only the guys played Kick the Can!


If we happened to get tired of hoopi hide, there was always Kick the Can. This was mostly a boys game cause we could kick the can further than the whimpy girls could, but occasionally a ‘Tomboy’ would want to try. A Tomboy being a girl that felt she could do anything we guys could (but we knew they couldn’t). No way a girl could get her leg high enough because of the dress thing you know? Yea, the girls wore dresses and the guys wore the pants, I heard dad tell mom that once. During the early fifties there was no such thing as girls wearing breeches. They would have been laughed to scorn if they’d tried.

The rules were simple, usually the guy that could kick the best would kick the can and the one that was ‘it’ would run after it, pick it up and run back to where it was first kicked. Place the can down, shut his eyes and count to a hundred by 5’s, open his eyes then come a lookin’ for those that ran to hide. It was a great game and could be played in the daytime or after dark. After finding someone you would have to outrun them back to the can and say “1 –2 –3 on Billy” (I said Billy because Billy Richards was always the first one caught because he was the smallest kid). He also didn’t know how to hide much but if you watched his eyes you could find some of the others because he saw them hiding while you were counting with your eyes closed. I really liked it when Billy played cause he helped you out without even knowing it.

We always played in the street because there weren’t that many cars, and they had to go slow anyways because of the potholes… our street didn’t get paved until years later so the street was the ideal place to congregate or play. The bus didn’t even run on our street. We had to walk up Lolo St beside Vincent’s house to the next street up to just catch the bus to town. But that was fine for us boys.

When we played kick the can in the daytime, all us guys were pretty evenly matched. Harold didn’t climb trees to hide because of the time it took to climb back down. He would have been seen and caught every time. Some times the little girls would just stand on the edge of the road with their little arms folded, and sometimes they would tell where the guys were hiding.

Usually when we saw Vincent’s dad a comin’ that would end the game. Once Roger had kicked the can do hard it hit Vincent’s dad’s car and put a dent in the fender, but he found it and put and end to kick the can at least when he was home.

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Breeches, Bus, Dent, Fender, Kick The Best, Potholes, Tags Kick The Can, Tomboy

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author avatar Sam Bralley
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I'm Sam, and welcome to my page. I'm retired from the USPS and I like to meet people through writing. Hope you enjoy yourselves and please rate my offerings.

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author avatar Godwill
12th Jul 2010 (#)

Sam, you are a good writer. See how you captured events of many years back in a page. Keep it flying. Thanks for the post.

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author avatar limelda
12th Jul 2010 (#)

Good post. I enjoyed reading it.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
13th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Godwill A. Paul &
limelda for your friendship and your nice comments...

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author avatar drelayaraja
13th Jul 2010 (#)

Wonderful share Sam. Nice to see u here.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
13th Jul 2010 (#)

thank you my friend drelayaraja, good to see you also, lets follow and help one another...

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author avatar Retired
13th Jul 2010 (#)

wonderful read once more loved every moement of it, wish I could write like this!

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author avatar CLeBlanc
13th Jul 2010 (#)

This was good. You are a really good writer.

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author avatar leylucs
13th Jul 2010 (#)

great share!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
13th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks CLeBlanc & leylucs for your friendship and your nice comments...

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author avatar Sam Bralley
13th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Rebecca, and I, like you-- thanks for your nice comments--

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author avatar C. Michael Davis
14th Jul 2010 (#)

Sam,
Lizzy and I live in an old mill village house and she has found over 100 marbles as we work in the yard. When I read your work I can almost sense meeting you at a creek some where to hunt for crawfish or salamandas. Kick the can was a town game where ya'll had curbs. I grew up in the country. We didn't have curbs we had creeks. I do enjoy your work. I think if he were alive today so would another Sam, better known as Mark Twain. Have a great and blessed day young man.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
14th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks C Michael for your word of encouragement. No, no curbs, still not at the old home place- there were no curbs on Bay St until I was a teenager and that was out the street in the next block; in front of just 4 houses... I liked what you said about marbles, causes me to think of another page for wikinuts.

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author avatar Claerwyn Anwylaeth
14th Jul 2010 (#)

Anecdotes of childhood are always treasured. This really shows in your writing. Great stories, keep 'em coming :)

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author avatar Sam Bralley
14th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Claerwyn Anwylaeth, for your friendship & nice comments...

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author avatar nikern20
15th Jul 2010 (#)

my childhood was filled with wallball, it was our kick the can!

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author avatar RNhealthinfo
15th Jul 2010 (#)

Hi Sam,
Nice to see you here and wonder how do I join as your referral? Cindy/RNhealthinfo
lmk!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
16th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Cindy, you can join as one of my referrals by clicking on a register link from one of my pages.
My pleasure!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
16th Jul 2010 (#)

Hey Cindy, thought I'd send the referral link since you were so kind to request it...

http://www.wikinut.com/in/rllnl/

thanks again & welcome to my7 circle of friends...

sam

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author avatar Melissa Dawn
16th Jul 2010 (#)

Great story.

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author avatar snooky
16th Jul 2010 (#)

Yes I remember kick the can, and I was that tomboy & pretty darn good. We lived on a dead end street so practically had our own field.
Anyway this was fun reading.

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author avatar snooky
16th Jul 2010 (#)

Oh yeah! I had one of those Fathers. No pants on his daughters. We were not even allowed to hang our underwear outside on the clothes line, lol

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author avatar Sam Bralley
16th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks nikern20,
Melissa D. Ing & snooky for your kind remarks...

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author avatar CC23
16th Jul 2010 (#)

fun to read Sam. it makes me reminisce my childhood days, too.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
16th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks hushi22, glad you liked it...

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author avatar Tranquilpen
3rd Nov 2011 (#)

What a great read, thank you Sam.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
3rd Nov 2011 (#)

Thanks to you my friend Tranquilpen for taking the time to browse and comment...

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