So this is a post that I meant to do a few weeks ago for my Dad's birthday, but obviously didn't get it done. But I am getting it done now so better late than never, right?
Anyway, "Bones" was the name of one of my brothers' and I's all-time FAVORITE of all favorite games to play with our dad when we were younger. We used to beg and beg for him to play it with us just about every Sunday summer evening.
The Rules of Bones:
We kids would line up along the rock wall we helped my dad build in our backyard and then my dad would stand about 30 feet away from the wall holding a nerf ball and yell "Bones!" and we would start running back and forth along the wall trying to guess where he was going to throw the ball and trying to fall to the ground or jump out of the way if it came hurling towards you. Because if/when the ball did hit you, you lost whatever limb (bones) it hit. So if it hit your left arm you had to hold it behind your back for the next round. If it hit your right leg, you had to hop around on just your left leg.
The 2 worst situations you could be in were: losing both of your legs (because then you had to just walk on your knees), or if you got hit in the head (because then you had to close your eyes and you were as good as dead in the coming rounds, although sometimes Dad would just leave you there dreading the inevitable for a few rounds before killing you off).
It is important that you remember that we kids used to beg and beg for him to play this with us because if the game sounds a little like abuse to you, you should know that it was abuse that we BEGGED for. :)
5 comments:
That is SO cute. It does sound a bit dangerous but that is why you are such a strong Kate. I like Bones.
This seems like something right up your Dad's alley. I will always remember the punishment you guys got in high school when you didn't want to follow the house rules. Price tags on the milk cartons and such. Hilarious! I love it.
Hey how about a few founds of Bones when you come to Provo? Eh?
Bones is amazing. I started out thinking it was sort of like "Don't Hit Erin," but actually I think Bones is way cooler.
I don't think I know the story of price tags on the milk. Enlighten me, please.
Also, my word verification was voldrer. I think that has something to do with the Dark Lord.
Sounds just like my brother! He enjoys torturing a little too much, but at least it was fun for you guys as well. He had some that weren't so enjoyable, but that is how he let you know he loves ya.
This game sounds very interesting. You will have to ask our kids about one they used to play with their cousins that involved raw eggs. To me it sounded about as much "fun" as bones.
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