The yard of our childhood was the focus of all, all fun and games, all rules and concepts, the measure of relations and mycelium of friendship, as it turned out, for life. The court lived as a large single organism. Winter went into hibernation, with the exception of kids, that all day long around the big hill, which built the world and filled. With the first spring warm days, he woke up for an active life that died down only to late autumn. The court was of the universe.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhoodOn the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood All all about each other knew, down to the innermost detail. In fact, the same communal in a larger format. Murder will out. No joy, no grief too.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood In the yard was dominated by a strict hierarchy of ages and values. Privodyaschie the bench occupied by the grandmother. The men sat at two large wooden tables, thumb cards, loudly smaka dominoes or mudra chess. Youth were grouped by interests, and each group had its own corner to study. But all, all together, all in the mind. Was also a backyard covered in thickets of acacia trees and thick grass.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood For boys it was semi-forbidden leading country, wrong side. There adults were allowed to drink and paste it in strong language, discussing pressing issues. In the yard was impossible.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Any adult of good seeing, I could make a note to anyone under age, and nobody would have raised the fur fly: "How dare you my, my something there to specify!" On the contrary, b is also thanked, that time straightened. The picture with students, drinking beer in the sandbox or on the swings, like today, was inconceivable.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Senseless pounding was not in the yard. Cases were always at his throat. In addition to football, "sapelnikov", rounders and variety of towns — the "king", were divided into groups to play war games.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood A heated argument was caused only carve in "their" and "Germans". To be "German", itself, sucked. Solved all draw. Armed with guns from sticks and toy guns, began a protracted operation to stalking each other. Who was the first unnoticed covered the other, wins. The tactics and strategy required of raids in the neighboring yard, though it is not something that we do were forbidden, but not welcome.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Summer near each house on the pavement with chalk lined cells of the classics. Was a kind of game played by girls.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood And how serious about "cops and robbers"! Sat on benches, played broken telephone, or folded arms and a boat and something had to secretly pass each other. The girls are constantly jumping over the rubber band, something knitted, embroidered, painted and led their notebooks with interesting rhymes, questionnaires for girlfriends and fortune-tellers.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood The knife was a symbol of belonging to the force, and it was used for games outside of school. The most famous game with the knife called "Earth". The two players drew on the ground a large circle divided in two halves. Had to throw a knife in a piece of land of the enemy, and its position was determined by which piece of the firmament will move to the occupier. Played until, until one player remained on the ground where you can put your foot.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood But then came shouts: "Sasha, home, Lena home." It is the parents call their children home. Dispersed reluctantly, but I knew that tomorrow I will meet again.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood The evening went teenagers, gathered in the gazebo, chatting, giggling, the boys strumming on guitars. Appeared the first the sympathy, love.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood The court was of the universe squared. It was the Playground of any games that only we could tell the imagination. "Palki-lokalki for itself," "the Rounders," "the Fisherman and the fish", "Tag." Also very popular were ball games, such as "Square", "Ten" and "Dodgeball".
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Based on role-playing games took the most "fashionable" at the time the films "Elusive Avengers", "chingachguk" or "the Three Musketeers". All these games were exciting, with the scenario of capture, and very moving. And after the show on TV "Robin hood" the whole yard shot from a homemade bow.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood And when the neighbour's gardens began to Mature apples, the operation started tracking "tibloc" that do not cause soreness and spasm from the acid. Edible fruit immediately became a terrible secret from neighboring competitors, the Apple tree "grazed". Fights never reached, but "property rights" defended harshly. Anyway apples to ripen did not have time, although no lack of vitamins was not. Just the game and the bonds of brotherhood plus the thrill of the hunt.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Special darkness of secrecy, literally and figuratively, was covered with forays into the cellars where were the General pantry. Cost to find a key or find a loophole in the barred window as the children immediately became freebooters, taking the wooden pantry on Board the ship. Residents stockpiled there any necessary and unnecessary stuff. Top pirate luck was trehlitrovoy with compote or jam. It was a great party until the diarrhea.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood To say that adults did not know about the RAID and its participants, it is impossible. But how would turn a blind eye, blaming the inevitable age period. To steal something, by and large, there was nothing. Much cooler could fly for unauthorized entry to the attic, where "Dormer window" led to the roof. Hold on here!.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood And since August, we were assigned a huge responsibility to track the arrival of trucks with watermelons. Barely seeing, it was necessary to undermine and to notify the senior boys, as long as not passed over by competitors. Five or six guys helped two drunken porters to throw watermelons, for which was allowed to roll back as will carry out. Hard, short spurts, Dataran precious cargo to the back yard, we sat in a circle and started biting. "Intelligence" was supposed to share equally. It was important not to burst and not to wet yourself before you reach home.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood Another red day in the calendar was a joint movies. The premiere was then infrequent, and not all drove. Therefore, any visit to the movie blows the roof off.
On the waves of memory: how we lived and played in the courtyards of our childhood The court lived on, every day giving surprises and discoveries. Remembering today's mind, this friendly world, could not help compare with what is happening today.
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