We Used To Throw Rocks

Far back as I remember, my pop would take us kids to the creek to throw rocks. Here's how it worked: Dad would drive us to a different area on the creek. He'd walk us to a bank on the river where there were thousands of rocks ripe for the throwing. Then he'd set a challenge. He'd say, "See that hole in the log across the river? First one to put a rock in it wins."


That's it. That's all that was needed to melt three hours off of a Saturday afternoon. The challenge would often change - hit the hanging branch, throw a rock into the pipe, hit the floating bottle, hit the sign, and so on. Then the throwing challenges would morph into rock-skipping contests. Most skips, highest skips, longest skip, and so on. 


We did this for years. My dad often cites those rock-throwing weekends for my proficiency of throwing a baseball. 


Then my mom did this other thing when we were young. She would lay on her back on the floor, put her feet on our stomach, grab our hands, and propel us into the air on her feet. Lying stomach down on her feet only a short distance off the floor was the biggest rush for a young tot. With her feet in our chest/stomach region, she'd bounce us up and down and pretend we were going to fall. Good times. 


We did this as long as I was small enough to balance up on my moms feet. My mom often cites those stomach bouncing times for my rock hard mid-section. Just playin'. Not hardly. 


Throwin' rocks at the creek, and bouncing my kid on my feet. 


Because those are two of my favorite youngster past times, I look forward to doing both with my own Kicker.


Curious: What have you passed down/will you pass down to your offsprings?