Saturday, August 19, 2006
Color tag
We had this great huge outside yard where we would have recess in summertime in my elementary school, P.S.3. Great school by the way... There was a whole floor downstairs where it was more of a gym sort of vibe, but the yard was really dope. I remember going back and visiting my school a couple of years ago and seeing how SMALL the yard was now. I used to think it was ginormous.. Anyways, that isn't what this is about.
Outside, we would play games like kickball, red rover, double dutch, shoot just about anything. I was never really an athletic kid, I always wanted to be, but I mostly sucked at sports. Later in junior high I would learn the skills to feign random sicknesses (is that a word?) and sit there like a log during PE. I was dope at dancing, but sports, always a klutz and the last kid picked on the team.
Well, no... it was myself and Rakesh, this tiny Indian kid with glasses...in the dictionary, he was the picture next to GEEK.
Sad, what was I then???
Sigh.
So, outside in the yard, one of the only games I participated in was tag. I would usually sit out the NORMAL tag, eh.. I might get into like freeze tag or something, but I was a slow ass runner too.
It was just me being humiliated and watching people race by me from base to base. I hardly ever caught anyone.
Fucking sad.
I also really enjoyed the whole process that preceeded the tag game, the elimination to who is it. Doggie, doggie diamond, or engine engine number 9.. We would always cheat at the end with that, 'my mother said that .....blah blah". I loved that shit. Except when I was it. I could pretty much judge how to count shit, so I would volunteer to lead the elimination a lot. Ok, I promise we are getting to the point here.
The game I ADORED, was a form of tag that we played called COLOR tag. No, no.. not like "Hey Black people RUN!".. No no.
The person who was "IT", would stand a certain fair distance from homebase and call out colors, which all of us had picked. Sometimes more than one person would pick the same color and they would take off for the other base. It was fun.
Now.. Why was this fun for me?
Well, I was a very large fan of the Crayola 64 box. I knew those colors man. I really did. What I lacked in athleticism, I made up for in creative areas. I was nowhere nice as an artist as my brother was, no ... But you know, I enjoyed using my Crayolas in a bright and coloriffic way. Plus, That damn sharpener at the back was addictive. I had nub crayons by after like... a week.
So...(point coming soon) being that I was an expert in the 64 box sequence of radiant wax, I transferred my knowledge of colors to the yard. Oh, yeah, those silly imbeciles would all pick colors like, GREEN, RED...duh. I didn't even stop to think that maybe they actually wanted to run and play.. lol.
I however, dug into my 64 box file and pulled out colors like "periwinkle"(my fav), "Salmon" or "Burnt Sienna". Yeah, no one ever called my damn color. That's right. Smugly at the end of the game when it was time to go in for class, those left on base would have to announce their colors. "MELON!! hahahHAHA!" I would shout. They would roll their eyes and walk away.
I had won!
I had won the game!
See, with me, it was more of a mind game.. HAHA! You dummies, wanna run around.. I'm an asshole. I think this is when I started to hone my (pause) asshole skills. I didn't give a flying fuck about running around that stupid yard. I was content to stand there being smug and going, "uhh..duh.. NOPE!" When they would call colors.
Thats my story, lol.
Oh yeah. Fuck 'Flesh' color.. Whose FLESH??? I would never use that color.
But Burnt Sienna was the one I used most because it looked like everyone I knew.
Aaaand SCENE!
