photo of carnival barkers
Carnival barkers wait for customers to walk by on a rainy afternoon during the 2013 Slyvan Beach Festival in LaPorte, Harris County, Texas
Copyright by WyoJones. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

What do you miss about being a kid? This photo, taken by the hubs, took caught my eye. We didn’t do a lot of carnivals when I was a kid, because money was always tight. No, what caught my eye was the stuffed toys hanging upside down.

I used to hang upside down a LOT when I was a kid. If it was:

  • bar-like
  • had clearance for knees
  • was up
  • or anything one could hang their head off of, including the couch

… we’d try to hang from it. I’m not sure playgrounds have monkey bars now. Or swings you can hang from (oh yes we did). Gravity was kinder back then. or I had less mass. It’s probably gravity that changed. But back then, I could get my knees over my head without laying on the floor. And my arms could support my mass.

I’m not sure why kids like to hang upside down. Or why I liked to hang upside down (though I was NOT alone) when I was kid. It wasn’t as if I needed to see the world new. It was new to me. And constantly changing and constantly interesting.

Once I knocked myself out because I tried to hang by my knees from a bar. Well, technically it was the bar’s fault. It lost its grip.

And yet I still went on hanging upside down.

I also liked to be up. We climbed trees, up on the roof, up bleachers, hillsides (so we could roll or run down), and oh yeah, the stilts. What was up with the stilts? Were we trying to get taller (something I still wish for!) or trying to kill ourselves?

There were 40+ kids in the single block of the little town where I grew up. All of us trying to fling ourselves from one thing to another. We laughed. We fought. We tried. We failed. We banged up knees and elbows. We lived.

And part of it we lived upside down.

I miss hanging upside down.

What do you miss about being a kid? Not only do you get to be nostalgic about being a kid, but all comments are entered into my drawing for an AnaBanana Gift basket that won’t make you young but can make you smell yummy and better. Winner is announced first blog post of the new month.

Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, steampunk, humor, Project Enterprise

Perilously yours,

Pauline, who is still not upside down

Steamrolled cover
With all of time at risk, it’s a bad time to fall in love…unless it’s the only time…

Buy book or audio from Amazon.

I Miss Hanging Upside Down…
Tagged on:                         

8 thoughts on “I Miss Hanging Upside Down…

  • August 19, 2013 at 7:08 pm
    Permalink

    We hung up-side down all the time. My grandmother had the clothes line outside with a double line strung from a tall T-bar to another. We would just hang there. Can’t remember how we even got up there…now I can’t even jump two inches off the ground. I tore my ACL two years ago playing musical chairs. Sigh…I now walk and sit like a grown up with a bad knee. Loved this post.

    • August 20, 2013 at 3:11 pm
      Permalink

      LOL I don’t know how I did either! We just did! I wish I could remember why I loved it so much. I just know we did! LOL Thank you!

  • August 19, 2013 at 7:06 pm
    Permalink

    Love this! I miss getting to read for hours on end ’til early in the morning and then sleeping ’til late morning. 😀
    Diana Beebe recently posted…Hideaway BluesMy Profile

    • August 20, 2013 at 3:10 pm
      Permalink

      That time will come again. Of course, when you do, then you’re hosed for TWO days, but hey, it will come again. (I miss it, too, because I could read all night and not die the next day. LOL)

  • August 19, 2013 at 11:47 am
    Permalink

    I missing swinging on my swingset. I used to swing and sing at the top of my lungs for hours. Can’t swing on swings anymore–now it gives me motion sickness! (Doesn’t stop me from singing!)

  • August 19, 2013 at 9:44 am
    Permalink

    Ah…I remember those days. At times (while sitting and contemplating life), I feel as if I could just run outside and do it all again. UNTIL I try to pull my creaking bones up out of the chair, LOL. That brings me back to reality, but quick!

    • August 20, 2013 at 3:09 pm
      Permalink

      I have the SAME problem with the creaking bones. And gravity won’t let me get my feet over my head–unless it is pulling rug out… LOL

Comments are closed.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox

Join other followers: