lyndad

We mostly rode horses, we played tag on them, had sunflower fights (boy were we ever sticky when we came in). I played most of the games mentioned and I can remember playing Ring Around the Rosie (pocket full of posies). Aw makes me want to go out and play hahahaha

Midwestmary

I've enjoyed reading all the responses - brought back many happy memories...the one common thread in almost all of them was the fact we all played outside - and that despite being from different parts of the country all basically played the same games. Ah, so much for reminiscing - back to reality and a little sewing!!

crankygran

This is one of my pet peeves...Builders killed front porches with attached garages that make people sit on patios or decks if they sit outside at all.When we lived in a developement that had a large open area and walking trails my husband remarked that you never saw kids out playing ball there. They had to go to Little League for a game.

Marge L.

Speaking of fireflies, there are so few of them any more. I'm wondering if the use of so many pesticides and other chemicals isn't the reason. Just as we use to see birds in droves following the plow as the farmers plowed the fields in the spring. They were after all the earthworms. Now days they are gone because of all the chemicals used instead of good old fashion rotation of crops. Also, few fields are even plowed now days because of no-till. I'm positive most of you city people have no idea what I'm talking about, but the country people do. I'm not a farm girl myself, but most of my relatives were farmers and I lived in rural areas all my life. Sorry for ranting. Guess I felt I had to impart a bit of knowledge where it fit in. Marge

Laurel

We use to play hop scotch and many card and board games. It was a wonderful time, of course we all complained about something, but looking back it was wonderful.

fleurdelisquilts.com

Our version of Ghost in the Graveyard was very much like tag. Everything in the yard was a grave. We'd hide behind the graves while the ghost counted. Then the ghost came looking for us. You had to stay behind the grave till the ghost called your name, then run like lightning back to base (the front porch steps). If the ghost caught you, you were the ghost next round. It's kinda scary running with a ghost chasing you when you can't see shrubs or holes or things that might take out your legs. I could run fast but was afraid there'd be a real ghost (yeah, I know) or that I'd fall on my face, which happened more than once. One time my sister ran into some holly bushes with stickers. She howled like a real ghost had caught her. I'm laughing to think of it, but at the time I had hidden far from the porch and couldn't see what was happening. I probably had an accident on myself.

By the way, that would have been #1, we were never allowed to say pee or poo (#2). (What a slap that would have been.) I was probably 12 before I heard the s-word the first time. I can hear momma, "Little ladies never say those words." (underline never)

eye2quilt

Red Rover
Mother May I
Freeze
Simon Says
Time
Potsey
Ring-Alevio
Boulders (marble game)
Soda caps
Jacks ( don't forget the Fansies!)

Grew up in the Rockaways. We were outside till dark all summer long playing these games.
I have such great memories...I tried to teach some of these games to my kids and they really had NO interest. Those early 50's were the best!!!!

mountain deb

This may not be a game, but I grew up out in the country. With about 10 acres, mountain, three streams, two culverts, spring house and an old house/barn, we knew how to have fun. Our imagination ran wild. I cann't tell you how many dams we built. At school we played Red Rover alot.

Pat G

JanRN, Jacks were a favorite in my day. I can remember playing with my mother on the hard kitchen table. You can't find those nice little balls anymore. The ones nowdays are hard little things that won't bounce.
My bike was my favorite possession ever. I named it "Blue Star".
Biggest difference about kids running the neighborhood now is that it isn't safe anymore. Sad.

Sewingyankee

I was born on a farm with 13 brothers and sisters. We had plenty to do. Mostly work, but some of that was fun. We played kick the Bar, which is like kick the can but you used a piece of an old bicycle tire.