Thoughts.com Blogs - Clackers&chinese jumpropes oh my

I get these random thoughts....haven't a clue where they come from....stupid little things from my past...no significance really......maybe its due to mental pause or hair bleach? Maybe I was dropped on my head as an infant?Early stages of dimensia or Alzheimers....I hope not.....I'll settle for the hair bleach......a dizzy blond fits my bill.

Clackers.....remember clackers? For kids a great toy....a nightmare for parents and teachers....Two molded heavy plastic balls on string....with the patented plastic finger ring....the clacking noises....smashed fingers......also a great weapon against bullies....you could swing your clackers like a pair of nun chucks.....watch out Bruce Lee!......watch out Kung Fu aka Grass Hopper!....I pity the fool that messes with me and my clackers....

My 3rd grade teacher Mrs. France didn't feel the same type of love as I did for my clackers.The old bag confiscated them along with my tube of vampire blood and chinese jump rope.....These are important toys for a young kid such as myself....and many others in my class as well....we made a song up about Mrs. France......

Mrs. France peed her pants
Was kicked out of France
She is a mean teacher
We tried to beat her.... thats all I can remember....stinks I know...we were in the 3rd grade afterall

Her bottom desk drawer housed all of our confiscated treasure....I wanted mine back....so did my classmates.....even 3rd graders are conniving......and have the ability to execute a plan of attack! We were getting our stuff back from that old bag....

It's lunchtime.....recess.....yay!......while the other kids are running around like lunatics....me and my band of 3rd grade pals are planning our attack.....This is what we come up with....

Since Susie Bikowski is the smallest we are going to shove her through the window.....darn locked door anyway...Its a crankout window......luckily the old bag has left it open wide enough to shove Susie in.....It's a tight squeeze.......though we were smart enough to execute our evil plan.....we wer'nt smart enough to think about how Susie would land........shes small but landed with a thud....and some crying......Shes a tough cookie.....shakes it off......We again are not smart enough to have her unlock the door.....she raids the old bags drawer......grabs our booty and then some......begins pushing it out the opening by the window......

Not only do we have to hide our loot.....we need to get Susie out.....like I said we were'nt smart enough to have her unlock the door.....kids being kids we get side tracked......clackers yay!....clack,clack,clack.......chinese jump rope yay!.....vamipre blood....YAY!.....save that for later....poor Susie is left on her own......she has to push a desk over to reach the window.....we do help pull her out....dumb kids......We aren't even smart enough to run out onto the play ground......we are guilty...you can see it in our faces.....we sit down resting our backs on the wall waiting for the old bag to come back from lunch......was a long wait........dumb guilty thieving kids......

Even with our looks of guilt,the desk next to the window......the old bag didn't catch on.....sure was hard having our toys back and not being able to play with them.....Must of been a higher power watching over us and taking pity on us dumb kids......we lucked out that day....

Mrs. France was scary she had a big mole on her chin with a hair on it.....When I had seen the movie Uncle Buck.....and he has it out with his nieces principle....that mole she had with the hair.....reminded me of the old bag......Maybe us kids were so bad.....her anger popped out in the form of a hairy mole....dont know really?.....

You think with all that planning on operation get the toys back from the old bag I'd of kept them....like a trophy of getting one over on an adult.....i don't care so much about the tube of vampire blood or the chinese jumprope.....I sure do miss those clackers!