I'm violent

[maderr]

Or at least everyone seems to think =_= It's so depressing. To me, it's funny and just having fun. We were discussing sports, then segued into games we played as kids (and mind you it's apparently Pick On Megan Day) and that eventually led to pool games. Marco Polo. My sibs and I played this. I told the guy who scans with me that if you tried what he did (climbing out of the pool, which is CHEATING) with my sibs and I we would have killed him (unless he did it to Samantha, b/c incurring her wrath was just funny to us, though only our family can do it and actually live to do it again, kekeke).

I said it was more fun to just hide in the deep end -- Sammie and I esp. are regular fish (man, all the swimming lessons we took O_o Before we could walk, I swear. Do you remember that psycho high dive at that one pool in Cali, Sam? Makes other high dives look freakin' pussy) so we'd just hold our breath and go down. Scanning buddy and Boss said that's boring.

I started laughing and said yeah, until you grab Marco's leg and yank him under the water, and then it's all out warfare.

They said I was so violent =_= And not in that nice way, in that "I'm never playing with you ever" way even though they were laughing.

I dunno. My sibs and I always rough housed a lot. I guess it comes off as violent? I dunno. We always had fun. Always have fun.

Of course, nothing was more fun than hide and seek spread across the entire block. Or our own weird ass version of basebal/softball/something involving a bat and a ball. Or beating innocent toy trucks at the playground.

And then there was my brother's biting phase...

Still, for all that it's 90% amusing, it's still 10% depressing that on some level everyone thinks you're mindlessly violent and revel in it. But come on, I grew up in the military. I've got no fucking time for goddamn tea parties. Fucking spare me.

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[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Remember they had to create a whole class for you and me at Foster becase we were "too advanced" for the advanced class. We fucking owned that pool, man.

Ha, that high dive was fucking scary. But remember out treat for a good day was getting to go off it? It always seemed like a real treat, too--until you got up there and realized O_o HolyMaryMotherofGod what the hell am I doing up here?! *dedd*

Base-volley! Man, that was the greatest game ever! weee!

Hide and seek was fun, specially after it turned dark. ^_^

I forgot about the biting phase. Man, that was a painful period in time. Silly Brother.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

I like how I chopped all those memories into terse, single-sentence paragraphs. Go me. -_-

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Hee heee hee. It works ^___^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I don't think two kids have ever been so proud and excited to swim laps for an hour in their life ^^;; We pwned, totally.

That thing was insane. Only kids would think that was a prize. God the fall was so long...

I told the guy at work we used a volleyball, I thought he was going to fall out of his chair he started laughing so hard (yet it was okay he used a tennis ball...)

Hehehe.

*shakes head* Very Silly.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

At least we could hit the damn ball, right. And oh yeah, the ball stayed within a decent range after hit. A tennis ball would have gone around the fucking world twice.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

That was my thinking, but what do I know. I'm just the violent girl ^_~

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Fuck it. We had fun. Obviously we play on a higher plain--with the better toys. ^_^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Damn skippy. They can stay in the fucking kiddy pool.

[skylark97.livejournal.com]

climbing out of the pool, which is CHEATING

*snickers* Aren't you just supposed to yell 'fish out of water' if you're Marco and if the person is out of water, they're the next Marco?

Swimming is no fun when you're a kid unless there's some kind of violence involved. ^_^ My brothers, their friends, and me used to take turns trying to drown each other in the shallow end of the pool. (I once clawed my brother's best friend at the time because he got a little too rough and pissed me off. Ten really nice red lines down his back. ^_^;; It was the last time I had long nails.)

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

I recall that our solution for it was throwing the culprit back into the pool. One person would grab ankles, the other wrists, we'd haul him to the edge of the pool, swing him a litte for distance, and let fly. Cheating didn't fly when we played games unless it was Monopoly, when Mother robbed the bank for everyone ^_^.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Hehehehe. I forgot we did that. No wonder no one else ever played with us. HAHAHAHA DERR KIDS ROCK.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

They always got upset when we retaliated. I'm sorry, you broke the rules, dummy.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

ICON LOVE.

Yeah, no shit. If you're dumb enough to get caught cheating, suffer the consequences.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Gods, I forgot about mom robbing the bank. That was always hilarious.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

We were all rich by the time we got sick of that game.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Did we ever actuall finish a game?

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

I know I never have. I usually stopped after I all the properties were bought up. I never saw the point of the game beyond that.

Rather... lacked the interest or initiative to continue after that.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we were obviously never meant to be amongst the elite of the business world. It's far more fun just to write about it.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

So much more fun. And Yummier.

"which of us do you suppose is the ‘Gunman’?"

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing*

I'm duly impressed Val didn't pull his gun out.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Conversation's not finished yet. ^_^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think you do. Depending on the location of my parents, we were a lot more colorful than that *g*

Guys were always the most fun to play with, until they figured out I was a girl *rolls eyes* I never had nails, but I was always willing to shove, hit, or drown ^_~

[thealisonbailey.livejournal.com]

Yes, climbing out of the pool is cheating! My friends always did that to me, then yelled at me when I opened my eyes to see that they had in fact climbed out. =/

When it comes to dunking and all that... As someone who didn't learn to swim until later fairly late in childhood and isn't a very good swimmer to this day, I always laid down the law of "If you dunk Alison, she will be super, ubberly pissed off --- so don't do it." 'Cause, like I said, I'm not a very good swimmer. But with your sibs, you knew whether or not you could do that sort of thing, right? (I don't even so much as splash my sister. Oh no no no. Ya' wanna talk about violent, that would be a prime example.)

My soon to be step-cousin, Ryan, is five and tried to teach me how to play "Ryan makes up the rules as he goes along so he always wins" tee-ball a few weekends back. Now, that was a weird ass game.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

If they cheated first, they need to STFU.

Yeah, that's different. We'd never treat you to the abuse we treat each other ^_^ Though if you stumble into the crossfire... (and I think maybe we'll stay far away from sister).

Oh, lord. Never play anything with a five year old. Been there done that.

[alixkat.livejournal.com]

Why is that violent? It sounds like you had a great childhood. You guys were running around, entertaining yourselves and doing shit in the great outdoors. I did crazy shit like that, too... of course, I was busy building fairy villages and waltzing in my backyard, but I also loved a good game of Hide and Go Seek and 4-Square. :)

Bah. You work with assholes, let's face it. Marco Polo was SUCH a fun game!!! Some year we will have a Dickinson reunion at my house and play an alumni game of Marco Polo. ;)

[tygati.livejournal.com]

I usually chalk my violent tendencies to growing up around 90% boys. ^^; Because you have to learn how to play by their rules, or you're gonna get hurt. *nod* .... >.> .... plus, you lay out a guy just once, and the whole lot of them lay off you for eons. ^_____________^v

Dun worry about them. They don't matter. *nod* The only ones that matter are the people you call Friend. *nod nod*

[nanthimus.livejournal.com]

That? Is playing around. All kids do that.

If your co-workers want violence, they should see my family. Slamming heads in walls, attempted drownings, and being locked out of the house for hours on end: that's the crap that my nieces, nephew, and I did. Ayep. ;)

[sagesae.livejournal.com]

>.> I don't see that as violent. That sounds like most of the games my family used to play as kids. Although, my co-workers seem to believe my childhood was rather lame...**thinks about it** I don't see that. We were just more creative than most.

We made it a game once to tie my littlest brother up completely in duct tape, lock him in my mom's room, and see how long it took him to get out of it all. It took a few hours each time.

[kiyoshi-chan.livejournal.com]

Eheheh, as much as I'd love to tell you that I did stuff like that, which is what everyone else did, I have to say that I was pretty much wrapped in bubble wrap as a child, which is what I think contributes to my COMPLETE inability to tolerate pain. :P

My sister, on the other hand, played a lot with my cousins (and I have a lot of cousins, both male and female) so she's probably got more experiences like yours.

[jolena.livejournal.com]

I remember Basevolley! And vaguely the wrecking trucks on a playground. Everyone in highschool thought I was violent as well, hell even my closer friends do to a point I think.

I know it's easier said than done, but ignore them. If they weren't lucky enough to have sibs that they could trust enough to play rough with it's not your fault.