Tag: pogo stick

I Was on My Way to… Camelot

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Note: This post has no business being on a serious nooze site.

I had a most vivid, happy dream the other night. I was hopping down the sidewalk on my old pogo stick, on my way to–well, I couldn’t remember to where, when I woke up. So let me say Camelot. I’d like to visit Camelot.

When I was ten years old or so, I was a grand master of the pogo stick. If my mother ever could’ve seen some of the death-defying tricks I pulled–like hopping up and down the bleachers at the football field, or up and down the stairs, on my pogo stick–she would’ve had conniptions.

Anyway, there I was, boing, boing, boing, and wherever I was going, I couldn’t wait to get there.

I really wonder where it was. I really wonder.

Hottest Pogo Stick News!

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Do you mind, out there, if I don’t do any nooze today? Really, the stories are flowing into the “I Don’t Want to Believe It!” zone.

As an alternative, I offer this boy and his pogo stick, showing off his ability to hop up and down a sidewalk and the front porch step. Kid, when I had a pogo stick, I went up and down whole flights of stairs–and if my mother could’ve seen it, she would’ve had conniptions.

I wonder if I could do that today. I could change my name to “Bustyer Kiester.” I dunno: things you did as a matter of course at 12 years old seem downright suicidal 60 years later.

But I think we should all have pogo sticks. It’d help us keep our sanity.

Another Extreme Sport (Oops!)

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I never did get around to trying sky-diving, but I was a wiz on my pogo stick. Used to be able to pogo up and down the football bleachers, and the stairway down to our cellar–which, if my mother had ever seen me doing that, she would have boiled me in oil.

But, as we shall see from this video, every sport carries with it an element of risk. And some more than others.