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We're not talking here of the game as the steward of fundamental values \u200b\u200bsuch as individual or collective form of expression or as a creative and original spurs human imagination, intelligence or social skills.

Let's talk now of the game as the idle task developed outdoors in the streets, where the limitations of the environment or urban areas were not as hostile as they are today for infants in our advanced Western societies.

So it is necessary to format our current parameters, returning for a moment to an urban reality prior to the reign of Playstation 3 to the dictatorship of social networks, chats, netbooks and mobile, to travel mentally life beyond the hyper-dysfunctional technology whose most immediate side effect for infant psychomotor system is recalcitrant physical inactivity and the tendency to static, even while cognitively saturated by an infinite ocean of virtual stimuli.

That magical moment is pre-technological full of kids in shorts and skirts for girls with pictures, ponds, open fields, kiosks about surprises, comics and cream candy 50 cents.

the eternal moment of that child-quartermaster replicated across many games at street level that would enhance the socialization process, we produced an enormous and lasting pleasure.
an endless repertoire of entertainment, briefly summarized here, whose game was, for example

- BLANCA PALOMA, PALOMA NEGRA: pandar whose turn it is placed against the wall and yells loud "white dove, black dove" and turns only to finish the sentence, trying to find some movement in the rest of the tribe attempting to advance to him.

The difficulty is that the rest can reach it without being seen. Whoever gets it wins, the rest removed. And all in 3D, but not chair vibrator.

- REBUMBIO : The simplest thing in the world. A gate of a garage and a ball. Several kids who choose to yours by string "A Japanese plane pulls few bombs per month ... one, two, three ..." or "Pito pito trill, where you going you so beautiful? A real era, smack bang outside."

Two teams, a gate as a goal and annoy a nap on Sunday with the blow from a ball to the neighbors.

more simple and fun than a yo-yo mechanism.

- PRIL: This was a lot of mixing between boys and girls, can not remember why. Two groups were made, each within a defined area, and the game was to remove a blow from a ball clean the contrary, he used all the agility of being able to dodge the fatal shot.

a game was considered unmanly and more girls.
A variant would be football without the ball, which was more or less as the bril but without the ball, so you had to use the rhetorical device of reification, become mentally in a ball, and try to introduce into the opponent's goal without any player the other team will touch him.

I think I got it once in April 1979. It was sunny and applauded me. I remember because these things happen, hopefully, once in life and nothing else.

- top, or BUJAINA: A kind of wooden spinning top had to dance at full speed unrolling a rope and you could crack the other tops if they sound good.
acknowledge my complete and utter inability to dance the top. The most we did was get it to blow off against a car or window.
One of the most bland and boring games I remember: winding and unwinding the bujaina to throw against parked cars, which gave me more of an annoyance (and my parents).



- TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCE: Divertimento belonging to the genre of erotic games and mischievous children's holidays. Preferably be played inside the gates or on the landing of the ill-lit stairs, away from parents ... case. Basically
was to choose between a question-which had to respond as truthfully as possible, or action. Mechanics was universal
and budding sexuality, the question was always whether you liked this child and the action was, invariably, kiss her, touch her back or teach you some girl underwear. Da
like you were in Kuala Lumpur, Mesopotamia or Lugo, always ended the same.


- CHE: do not know what to do with the Argentine-Cuban revolutionary screwdriver or piece of iron work that had to dig into a circuit plotted on earth.
A game in which one male was a great disappointment (a friend told me how a colleague had lost an eye to bounce off the iron against a rock and clavársele right on the cornea).
In my school, Calasanz, Che was forbidden to play at recess.
Priests were thought as the game was to read Marx, sharpening the irons to start the revolution for a recess and then burn churches or something. Always playing by ear the Angelus.




- POLICE AND THIEVES: A classic basics. Two sides. Some law and order and other fugitives from justice, who had to be seen or caught, always without a radio out of action and acceptable distance.
The most bizarre part was when we decided to extend the range of concluding that the fugitives could move around the city.
worst thing was that we were caught, and look at that site had to hide Coruña, mother of God!
Humans are so predictable.


- La Combe: This really was a game girls like glue (nothing to do with the rubber with which we play as adults), but all we put close to where we were playing to girls see their underwear pink crochet.
still did not know why, but something drew us to them. Instinct, sexuality lurking ... Evolutionary psychology has the last word.
had girls who could pass hours skipping while singing of the boatman and the pretty girl. Seeing them was a joy. Right there we knew, we were fully aware, as infants, the enjoyment erogenous involved in simple and warm voyeur watching a woman jumping.

- MARBLES: Another classic. The guide, the three Castro, the "cock", the line, the fabric bag to put your mother's marbles, glass ball clover, stone, metal bearing the car ... therein were true masters of the marbles, guys who happened to your marble from 200 meters in the rain and foggy and you had to empty bag that who so lovingly, as the kangaroo pockets Hooded the winter-you had your mother in one afternoon. Being low skilled

in childhood is a ruin. In adult life you pay a plumber if you can not clean the communicating vessel, but no child as well as do more than buy marbles and tops, you're the laughingstock of the neighborhood.

- HIDING: count to twenty and just turn around and you knew you saw Javi stuck behind a car, the other in a doorway and Róber from garbage bags.
But there was always someone who took it seriously, career plan, and he was running three blocks away and took 2 hours to appear on the street when we were all having dinner at home, with that face proud "did not see me, I'm smarter than you ... I won?".
And, of course, there was no one to answer.



- MEDICAL, moms and dads: An evolution of the Truth or Consequences in code more directly, without equivocation or detours or many little questions that do not have to stretch more than the obvious, the main objective of all these educational pursuits seudocarnales and erotic holidays: the pre-adolescent sexual wander around, the instinct in the making of the flesh and blood accumulated in certain areas:
-Touch me here, Doc, chest, it hurts ...
- You're the dad who comes home and kisses me and takes me so and so and then I will stick my tongue in her mouth as mom and dad does take y. .. Playing

doctors, moms and dads, we learned a fundamental thing that we would then in our adult lives, to make things clear and do not give rise to misunderstandings and deceptions are always those who choose, decide and carry initiative. We, our role as a male, is to plant the seed and obey, obey them and plant the seed ... nothing more. It is that simple
this gender and war of the sexes.




- EL SCARF: Someone held a handkerchief (clean, if possible) between two groups at india row at a similar distance. The aim was that one of the two contestants had been done in the tissue and return to your site without the other to touch him.
Now just because there is a handkerchief, so this game has become impracticable among the new generation tissue.


also had games like spider egg-peak, yew, manly games with slingshots and furabolitos guerrillas that ended with someone with a fractured skull, blind man's buff or jacks.
But times have changed, @ s friend, Dylan would say, tell you now to a kid who is playing the third part of "Assassins Creed" in 3D play out on the street to play the sheet while singing was that of Mr. Don Gato sentadito on your roof, miauamiau meow meow ...
a shame.

Greetings Jim, rogues, and playing!