Memories Rewind: Superman and the Couch
Some nights my brother and I would be ready for bed, some nights not so much. On those nights that we were just too excited to sleep, we played a "game". It wasn't the type of game where you keep score, constantly looking at the yellow notepad to see who was winning. This was a game that involved no yelling and no fighting. I must say it did require a little patience when waiting your turn.
I had just slipped my light pink gown with a B@rbie emblem over my head. I raced back to the living room ready to start playing. My parents had a old couch that we didn't use. Boy oh boy, we jumped at the chance to have our very own couch. This was very exciting news to seven year olds because it meant we could do whatever we wanted with it, within reason of course.
My brother had taken his rightful place atop the couch, and I was determined to join him. I grabbed the hard edge where the cushions would normally sit and pulled myself up. My brother loved to be Superm@n in this game, so my mom obliged him by getting him a towel from the bathroom. This wasn't just any ordinary towel. This towel had seen many battles so it was worn around the edges, gently fraying. My brother loved this part because it was like the towel had battle scars.
1, 2, 3 we counted in unison. My brother spread out his cape in preparation for his landing because duty called. "Wee!" was the cry that could be heard 'round the world. Anxious for my turn, I skipped the counting. BAM! My landing wasn't so graceful.
"Let's go again!" my brother squealed hardly able to contain his excitement. We repeated this until we were dizzy from jumping so fast numerous times. As we went to bed, we were already planning when Superm@n and his sidekick would meet again.
Can you think of any silly games that you made up with your siblings that were so much fun that you still remember?
*I'm in the process of thinking of a name for a weekly feature so stay tuned for that!
I had just slipped my light pink gown with a B@rbie emblem over my head. I raced back to the living room ready to start playing. My parents had a old couch that we didn't use. Boy oh boy, we jumped at the chance to have our very own couch. This was very exciting news to seven year olds because it meant we could do whatever we wanted with it, within reason of course.
My brother had taken his rightful place atop the couch, and I was determined to join him. I grabbed the hard edge where the cushions would normally sit and pulled myself up. My brother loved to be Superm@n in this game, so my mom obliged him by getting him a towel from the bathroom. This wasn't just any ordinary towel. This towel had seen many battles so it was worn around the edges, gently fraying. My brother loved this part because it was like the towel had battle scars.
1, 2, 3 we counted in unison. My brother spread out his cape in preparation for his landing because duty called. "Wee!" was the cry that could be heard 'round the world. Anxious for my turn, I skipped the counting. BAM! My landing wasn't so graceful.
"Let's go again!" my brother squealed hardly able to contain his excitement. We repeated this until we were dizzy from jumping so fast numerous times. As we went to bed, we were already planning when Superm@n and his sidekick would meet again.
Can you think of any silly games that you made up with your siblings that were so much fun that you still remember?
*I'm in the process of thinking of a name for a weekly feature so stay tuned for that!
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