I was just remembering how ghetto me and my girl cousins were while we were growing up. We were so poor we couldn't even afford to buy a tetherball. So we did what any other person would do (anyone who was desperate enough to play tetherball that is - and trust me we were). We made our own tetherball.
Mmmm hmmmm.
I had mad skills on the tetherball court at school. So naturally, I wanted to show off my skills by proving I could beat my cousins Tymenna and Kathy. So we took a basketball, placed it inside of a brown paper bag, tied a rope around it and attached it to the nearest pole (which was the stop sign down the street). Ok if that ain't ghetto I don't know what is...
Did we care? Uhhh Hell-to-the-NO! LOL. We was some ghetto kids I tell you. See my ghetto talk is coming back right now too...lol!
The funniest thing was we didn't expect the bag to tear after we started hitting it. I can't tell you how many arguments ensued when the ball went flying out of the paper bag . We eventually made up a rule that if you tore the bag and the ball started rolling you'd be the one to have to get it back.
The image of us playing at that stop sign with our makeshift tetherball brings a smile to my face and warms my heart. It's one of my favorite memories growing up. We were poor but we were happy and discovered many ways to keep ourselves entertained.
Here's to our ghetto days Menna and Kat, love you guys.
