Mischief : 02 - Monkey Bar Mischief (F/m)

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02 - Monkey Bar Mischief
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By Mischief

Thursday, November 10th 2005 - 11:07:54 AM

Monkey Bar Mischief

Many years ago, when I was growing up as a child in the suburbs, one of my neighbors had one of those combination playground contraptions-- you know, with a swing, a slide, a rope that you could shimmy up and a set of monkey bars that you went across hand over hand. Now, don't ask me to explain why because the reason is lost to me after all these years, but for some reason the monkey bars were always the main attraction for us neighborhood kids. Some of us weren't big or old enough to successfully make it all the way across, and it was a really big deal to us-- so we'd keep practicing and trying, over and over. I know, in retrospect, it seems really stupid . . . but when you are a kid, these things are important for their own sake, like some magical milestone.

Well, one summer afternoon, instead of going to the pool with all the other neighborhood kids I decided to go over to my friend's house and practice the monkey bars on my own. I know-- grade A stupid, but bear in mind I was probably all of 8 years old at the time. So there I was, sitting on the ladder rung at the first monkey bar, about to go across, when my friend's mother comes outside. I guess she must have seen me through the window and decided to come out and see what was going on, or maybe she was keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't get hurt or something.

Anyways, she asks me what I am doing, and I explain that I am practicing so I can make it all the way across to the other end of the monkey bars. She smiled at that and says that if I can make it all the way across to the other end that she will give me a bowl of ice cream. She didn't have to say it twice! I hopped up to the first bar and started to slowly work my way across the monkey bars rather awkwardly. I got about midway across when she stepped out in front of me and blocked my path. I wasn't really sure what to do about it at this point. I'd seen some of the bigger kids slide sideways on a bar to move left to right instead of forward and back, but I'd never actually done it myself . . . when all of the sudden, my friend's mom reaches out and pulls my tee shirt all the way up my torso and over my head!

So, I'm hanging from these monkey bars, and I don't want to let go because I really want to reach the other side and get some ice cream . . . but now, I can't even reach the next bar or move my hands very far because there's this tee shirt bundled up around my forearms! My friend's mother stood there for a second or two, chewing her chewing gum and laughing at my predicament. The next thing I know, she starts tickling me! I'm sure that the whole thing couldn't haven even lasted ten seconds really, but to me at the time it seemed to go on forever. I was struggling to hang on to that monkey bar and not fall down as she slowly hunted for the most ticklish places on my torso! She wasn't digging her nails into me-- it was more like the fingertips softly grazing my skin, slowly driving me crazy. She began at my waist and worked her way up my ribs and sides. The higher her fingers crawled, the more I squirmed and squealed. When she finally got to my armpits, she knew I was a goner. She popped her chewing gum, grinned at me with this triumphant look on her face and said, "Ready to quit, ain'cha?" That was when I lost my grip on the monkey bar and fell.

It didn't dawn on me until years later, but she often found situations to tickle me as a kid. For instance, us kids would be playing a game like murderball, statues or freeze tag that required you to play dead or hold perfectly still. If she was around, she'd watch for a little while and then when I got tagged, she'd sneak up on me with more of the slow tickling, saying things like, "Statues aren't ticklish!" or "Dead people can't laugh!" That's why, years later, I wound up asking her for a tickling rematch of sorts, when I challenged her to the Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge. But that's a story for another day, if people are interested.

mischief
mischief@toad.net

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Mischief's stories

• 01 - Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge (f/m)
• 02 - Monkey Bar Mischief (F/m)

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